Watching the quickly retreating figure, Gu Changge withdrew his gaze.
He examined the Heavenly Rank Lower Flying Sword in his hand.
The hilt bore the characters "Dongfang."
It seemed to be crafted by the opponent's family.
"At least they can take a loss gracefully; not too bad."
Gu Changge chuckled softly to himself.
Since this flying sword didn't have a sheath, he simply gestured to retrieve the black cloth the opponent had wrapped around it earlier, and wrapped it up in the same fashion.
"Next time they come, perhaps they will bring other treasures for this Young Master."
"Truly impressive."
Muttering to himself, he descended from the air amidst the continuous cheers, landing beside his wife.
"Husband, you're so strong..."
Liu Qingqing gazed at her husband, her eyes unable to hide admiration.
She had thought her husband could win, but she never expected it to be this easy!
