Feng Yueya shook his head, "These fools."
Would the manor owner of the Wanjian Mountain Villa deign to fool you with a fake treasure sword?
These people, simply brainless.
I hope their disrespect hasn't offended Hua Yue Wushang, or else they'll have more than they can handle.
Hua Yue Wushang's expression remained unchanged, a faint smile still lingering on his lips.
He casually glanced at the crowd and called for a servant to bring forth a treasure sword.
Then, before everyone's eyes, he drew the treasure sword, presenting it for all to see.
The treasure sword in his hands shimmered with a silvery-white light, Sword Qi buzzing.
One look was enough to tell it was a fine treasure sword.
Raising the sword in his hand, Hua Yue Wushang softly said, "Please watch carefully, this is a treasure sword forged by my Wanjian Mountain Villa. It's extremely sharp, cutting through iron as if it were mud."
