"Alright, I won't take it for free. I'll give you a good saber in the Army. That saber was specially made by the Imperial court. It's really good. " Zhao Zilong slammed the table with a heroic spirit.
"Lord Zhao, please don't talk about the blade." Yang Yun shook his head.
"What's wrong? Is my saber not good? That's a high - grade item. " Zhao Zilong was stunned.
"Even Lord Jue's personal guards use a better knife than you." Yang Yun said.
"Impossible! My blade is very sharp. How can a mere guard use a blade of my level?" Zhao Zilong snorted.
"Uh, Zhao du, come over here." Tang Wen shouted.
Zhao du cupped his fists and walked in from the door.
"Bring the knife over for Lord Zhao to see." Tang Wen said.
Zhao du took down the knife and handed it to Zhao Zilong with both hands. After Zhao Zilong took it, he unsheathed the knife. The cold shadow of the knife made Zhao Zilong stunned.