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Zhu Xiaohong turned around, glaring at Mo Wen with a pout. She grasped the hilt of the sword and slowly drew it from its sheath. As the blade emerged, its aura intensified, radiating a chilling light. The sword was two fingers wide, devoid of the intricate dragon and phoenix carvings she was accustomed to. If not for the powerful energy and the sharp gleam it emitted, one might mistake it for a weapon that even a warrior would overlook. Its minimalist design felt out of place in this world.
"I won't try anymore; you're just trying to make things difficult for me." The sword was far too heavy, and Zhu Xiaohong gave up halfway through drawing it. She stomped her foot and shot another glare at Mo Wen before plopping down in a chair to sip her tea.
"Why not refine it first and then give it another go? It's best to refine this sword while it's still in its sheath," Mo Wen replied, ignoring Zhu Xiaohong's irritation. She had a dual nature; her poised demeanor was cultivated for appearances, especially since she was a prized flower of Huo Lou. However, her true temperament was one of stubbornness, a result of being well-fed and raised by a powerful father.
"Hehe, how could I? After all, it was Young Master He who repaired it; you should keep it for yourself." Despite her words, she clutched the sword tightly, worried about how to approach Young Master He regarding this unique blade—after all, it was an exceptional sword crafted by him.
"I use a knife, and such a delicate sword isn't suited for me." Pretending not to notice her actions, he sat down and continued sipping his tea.
Zhu Xiaohong examined the sword in her hands repeatedly, unable to put it down. This blade was far superior to what her father had given her before. The two different attributes of the Law of Power infused within it did not clash at all—a phenomenon she had never witnessed before. It felt as if the sword had been specially crafted for her. Indeed, it must have been made just for her. Little did she know that Mo Wen's heart was bleeding at that moment; while the materials weren't precious, this was his first weapon imbued with Law attributes—a significant memento. Even if sold, it would fetch a good price; now it seemed that would be impossible.
"Young Master He, what about this sword?" Zhu Xiaohong asked tentatively, waiting for the answer she desired.
"Since you like it so much, I'll gift it to you," he said, suppressing his inner pain and forcing a smile to appear generous.
"Hehe! How could I accept such generosity?" Zhu Xiaohong's heart soared upon receiving the answer she wanted. Though she feigned reluctance verbally, her actions betrayed her excitement.
Seeing Zhu Xiaohong's reaction made Mo Wen's lips twitch. Was this really an expression of reluctance? She had already tucked it away; what more politeness did she need?
"Miss Zhu need not be so modest; this sword is destined for you. It has come into being because of you," he said reluctantly but truthfully. If not for Zhu Xiaohong's leaked Law of Power, this sword might never have been forged in such a manner. Now, he had no confidence in recreating another like it.
"Miss Zhu should take some time to get accustomed to this sword while I go wash up," Mo Wen said as he stood up. With access to bathing facilities now available, he certainly didn't want to appear disheveled—especially with such a beautiful woman like Zhu Xiaohong around. Even if she weren't there, he would still feel uncomfortable. Moreover, seeing that sword still pained him; he needed a moment alone to soothe himself. Meanwhile, Zhu Xiaohong was too excited about receiving Mo Wen's personally crafted sword to pay him any mind.
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