The Nightingale Ancestor Bird paused. "Your dagger?"
"Yes."
The Nightingale Ancestor Bird knew most everything about his combat style now, so it knew that there was a huge imbalance between his father's short sword and the unnamed cultivator's dagger now.
If he wanted it to keep up with his combat style, it needed to be much better.
He was a Primal now, at least with his Water Resonance, but the dagger was only of Arcane Resonance. Even his Dark Resonance was at Celestial, which was still a step beyond the dagger.
The saving grace was that the dagger was at the peak of the Cloud Grade, and since Theron was only a First Resonance Gold Mancer, he was almost two realms of separation away.
But Theron's cultivation was one thing, his actual combat strength was another. Against the Nightingale Ancestor, his blade had already been chipped. If not for his father's blade, he would have been at a huge disadvantage.
