Li Lianhua walked out of the room holding the Qinghan Sword. Di Feisheng leaned against the outer door, cast a glance at Li Lianhua and the sword in his hand, raised an eyebrow slightly, and said, "This is a fine sword. I wouldn't have thought that old man would actually be willing to part with it."
"Hmph," Ning Xuanyang let out a soft huff. "If I hadn't lost a bet with my master, I definitely would have fought you for this sword. But a bet's a bet, and young master Ning isn't that petty."
"Cherish it," Ning Xuanyang said casually as he brushed past Li Lianhua. "My master spent half his life forging this sword. I don't understand why he was so determined, but he said that giving this sword to you is his lifelong wish."
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