"Phew." Xiao Yi watched Ding Qiuyue hastily run away in panic, let out a gentle breath, and shook his head.
He didn't quite understand what Ding Qiuyue meant.
But Xiao Yi didn't pay much attention to it.
"Hmm? What's wrong with that girl Qiuyue?" Uncle Ding happened to come back, glanced at the fleeing Ding Qiuyue, and looked puzzled.
Xiao Yi also looked bewildered.
"Forget it, don't worry about her." Uncle Ding shook his head.
"By the way, Brother Xiao Yi, that Overlord Black Leopard is almost roasted."
"While there's still some time, I'll quickly melt your sword, and later I'll cast a new one for you."
"Haha, no need." Xiao Yi smiled, "That sword I used earlier was not my weapon of choice, just something I took out casually."
The sword he sparred with Uncle Ding earlier was just a Sub-Saint Artifact level sword, and of little use, so he didn't bother Uncle Ding about it.
