Zhou Long held his head high, chest out, meeting the envying eyes around him, his lips gradually curled into a smile.
It was clear he relished the atmosphere.
"The old Xique Blade has had a grudge against my master for ages, yet he still thought he could retire to a mountain village with his wife and spend his golden years in peace. Do you think that's possible?"
Zhou Long took a glass of wine handed to him by someone and continued, "I exerted myself fully, spent more than half a month, and finally found the Xique Blade's hideaway, pointing the way for my master."
"So, when it comes to the killing of Xique Blade, I, Zhou Long, definitely deserve some credit!"
"It's justified for the Dragon-Slaying Saber to ultimately belong to me."
Zhou Long spoke pridefully and confidently.
With a few simple sentences, he elevated his own image significantly while also crafting an impeccable justification for possessing the Dragon-Slaying Saber.
