"Long Dao, I already told you, didn't I? All four sabers are yours! You don't need to return them to me!"
Wang Zhifan was speechless in front of her. He had already informed the lady that all four sabers were given to her, yet she seemed quite stubborn.
"Daoist, I've tested them outside already. These four sabers are definitely masterpieces, deserving of the name. It's already my fortune to have two; I dare not ask for more. Please give these divine weapons to someone who needs them more!"
Mieyue Long Dao firmly returned the ice and wind spirit blades, signaling that she wasn't dissatisfied with the weapons she didn't choose, but rather felt that they were quite strong and leaving them in her hands to gather dust seemed like a waste of divine weapons.
"Alright, alright! I'll take these two back for now. If you ever feel like switching weapons, come to me and take them back."
