Unfortunately, the girl didn't seem to care about the shame of stealing the sword, and didn't even seem to want to share her thoughts, which directly led to a deathly silence at the scene.
Everyone waited for a long time, but she didn't say a word.
Everyone: "..."
Xuanyuan Cheng: "..."
Doesn't she have anything to say?
You should know that the last disciple from a small sect whose sword was taken away shouted at Xuan Yuan Cheng with an incredulous expression, "How could you do something like taking away my sword!"
Xuan Yuancheng scoffed, "What right does someone who can't even protect their own sword have to be a sword cultivator? They should reflect on whether they're too weak."
That's the kind of reaction Xuanyuan Cheng wanted to see, not Tian Ning's...
After a moment, sensing the awkward atmosphere, Tianning still politely said:
"That's great, really great." She had never thought of such a dirty trick as stealing someone's sword before.
Xuanyuan Cheng: "..."
That's not what he wants to hear at all!
Moreover, her speech was dry and perfunctory, with absolutely no intention of complimenting anyone!
Xuan Yuancheng inexplicably felt a tightness in his chest, neither rising nor falling, which made him extremely uncomfortable.
Xuan Yuancheng thought for a moment, then put on his previous disdainful look again and said, "What right does someone who can't even protect the sword in their own hand have to be a sword cultivator? I think you really should reflect on whether you're too weak!"
Tianning: "Oh."
He talks a lot of nonsense.
Xuanyuan Cheng: "..."
Just as Tianning was about to ask, "Can we continue fighting?", Xuanyuan Cheng looked at the iron sword he had taken, his face filled with undisguised disgust: "You dilapidated little sects actually distribute such trash iron swords to your disciples?"
"You can find swords like this anywhere in Floating Life City!"
He was right. Compared to Xuan Yuancheng's own sword, Tian Ning's iron sword was covered in rust and showed signs of wear and tear over the years. In addition, after the fight just now, the iron sword had several small cracks. It looked like the iron sword would break after a few more blows.
Tianning: "You guessed right."
Xuanyuan Cheng: "?"
Tian Ning: "That was indeed fresh trash that my fourth senior brother had just picked up in Fusheng City not long ago."
Xuanyuan Cheng: "..."
Everyone: "..."
There was no way around it; her fourth senior brother was like a squirrel hoarding grain, his eyes would light up at the sight of trash!
When I first entered Fusheng City, I was amazed. It was indeed a prosperous city from five thousand years ago. Even the trash I picked up on the ground was a high-quality iron sword!
So much so that I couldn't control my wicked little hands from picking it up...
Before he could collect much, Helian Boda told him that although everything in the Return Journey Secret Realm was real, anything brought out of the Secret Realm would disappear like a phantom once he left.
In other words, all the trash that Long Aotian had diligently collected was for nothing.
These words immediately extinguished Long Aotian's initial enthusiasm.
This is what prevented this big-time garbage collector from falling behind the group.
'Clatter'.
It was the sound of the iron sword falling from Xuanyuan Cheng's hand. A hint of anger appeared on his face, and his right hand, which had just held the sword, was wiped vigorously on the hem of his clothes as if it had touched something dirty: "You tricked me!"
Tianning: "?"
"You did this on purpose!"
He spoke with absolute certainty.
He concluded that the girl in front of him must know that he had a habit of stealing other people's swords, so she deliberately brought him some trash to disgust him!
You're overthinking it.
Tianning simply wanted to test the difference between the sword in the Return Journey Secret Realm and the real sword he carried. Coincidentally, his fourth senior brother picked one up, and as it turned out, there was no difference.
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