That's obviously a lie. Sacred objects last for thousands of years without breaking, so why would they need maintenance?
Wu Er naturally understood, and without saying much, he simply said, "Tell the truth."
"Ha, I really can't fool you, senior brother."
Xiao Mingmu smiled again, then said somewhat nervously, "I'm afraid... this sword disturbs you, senior brother, you keep thinking about those awful things from the past."
"A mess?"
Wu Er nodded and said, "It is indeed a bad thing, but even if it is a bad thing, I still owe it to them."
Xiao Mingmu shook his head and said, "Senior brother, you don't owe me anything."
"Yes, I do owe it."
I don't think you owe anything.
"But I feel like I owe them."
After a few words, the atmosphere in the room changed, leaving both of them speechless.
After a moment of silence, Xiao Mingmu tentatively asked, "So, Senior Brother Swordsman, are you going to keep this for yourself?"
Wu Er sighed softly and said, "Forget it, it doesn't matter where this sword is. Besides, you're right, I'm clumsy. It would be terrible if I broke this sword."
After saying this, Wu Er stood up and swayed as he walked out of the hall.
As they walked, he said, "You should rest and recover from your injuries first. I'll go check if Gou Dan has finished repairing the damaged house."
Then, as the palace doors opened and closed, Wu Er went out, leaving Xiao Mingmu alone inside the palace.
At this moment, Xiao Mingmu picked up the Peerless Sword again and tapped the black sword, making a "ding-dong" sound.
Along with the "ding-dong" sound came a sentence.
"It really is the workings of fate. As soon as my senior brother came out of seclusion, all sorts of old problems came back to haunt him."
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