"Continue."
Shen Ye tossed the long sword to Xiao Mengyu.
Xiao Mengyu, who knew quality when she saw it, took the sword in her hands and after a close look, immediately held her breath.
She brandished the sword with a shake.
The blade parted, spinning incessantly around her, while inside it housed another, smaller sword.
—Still the Mother and Child Swords, but their power was now incomparable to before.
"I owe you a favor," Xiao Mengyu said in a low voice.
"Don't mention favors. I just happened to have such a 'reputation' that could help you forge this sword," Shen Ye waved his hand dismissively.
At that moment, strange cries came from outside, like the shrill screams of a woman in despair.
The noise grew closer and closer.
Bronte and his men tensed up, gripping their spears tightly, facing the direction of the door, ready for battle.
Xiao Mengyu, however, as if deaf to it all, swung the long sword, quietly feeling the strength emanating from the blade.