"Yao Buqi?" Zhou Shu looked at the Hundred Refinements Ring Pommel Saber that Yin Chengshan handed over in puzzlement. "What does he mean by bringing a Hundred Refinements Ring Pommel Saber over?"
"He said he had an agreement with Yao Qing. Yao Qing would understand what he meant when he saw this saber."
Yin Chengshan said solemnly, his face full of killing intent, "Your Highness, should we…"
He mimed cutting his throat.
Yao Buqi was only a first-rank demonic beast. If the king attacked, he could easily kill him.
"Can you kill him?" Zhou Shu glanced at Yin Chengshan.
Yin Chengshan: "…"
He certainly couldn't.
Even with the Connate Flaming Sunset Saber, he was temporarily no match for a first-rank demonic beast.
"Your Highness, you—"
"What's wrong with me? I'm just a forger. If I have to fight and kill, why do I need you?" Zhou Shu said angrily.