Ximen Changfeng rolled his eyes helplessly at the grandson, while Su Xuan couldn't help but chuckle. Ximen Chuixue really wasn't the material for sword forging; sword forging requires great patience and success through countless repetitions, swinging a hammer thousands of times. This job isn't something the average person can persist in.
However, Su Xuan was also astonished; a single sword at the auction fetched a price of five million yuan. Just what kind of sword was this? This indeed reflects the quality and craftsmanship.
"Little brother, let me take you to the Sword Pavilion for a look!"
Ximen Changfeng had always expressed his desire to visit Su Xuan, and it was true. As someone with a heart of heroism, he especially admired Su Xuan's gallant and righteous spirit.
"Wouldn't this be inappropriate?"
