Han Muye loosened his grip, and the sword silk on the sword shook, turning into the sword, forming a golden thread above the blood groove.
"When you wear out the golden threads on this sword, come back to receive it."
Throwing the sword back, Han Muye spoke softly.
Holding the sword tightly, He Hongsen nodded heavily, his eyes shining.
He only understood a little of Han Muye's strike just now.
But he already felt that he had gained a lot from this.
With this sword, he would have a chance to condense sword intent as long as he comprehended it!
Elder Han's casual guidance was indeed an opportunity!
Taking a deep breath, He Hongsen bowed and said in a low voice, "Thank you for your guidance, Elder Han. He Hongsen will definitely not let you down."
With that, he sheathed his sword, then stepped back and left.
Looking at He Hongsen striding away, Han Muye felt a little emotional.