Chương 397: Sheath

Mao Fu could feel that the sword in Chu Yu's hands was not ordinary.

Those who specialized in the training of their mental aspects had a limited understanding of weapons and equipment, but he could feel that this sword had something to do with the sheath he had hidden for a long time.

"Your highness, that sheath is too precious, are you sure about this?" asked his underling.

The sheath was the only thing his mother had brought back from the land of soul suppression.

The energy it emanated repelled everyone from it.

It meant the world to Mao Fu.

"Bring it here, I have to show them my sincerity. I've made a mistake, I can't do that again,"said Mao Fu.

The underling went to fetch the sheath.

As Mao Fu held the sheath in his hand, his gaze became gentle.

It was old and black, but it did not have a single scratch on it.

Mao Fu went to Chu Yu's room and knocked on the door.

Chu Yu looked at the sheath in Mao Fu's hands and was slightly taken aback.

The sheath seemed familiar?