Thoughts

The Kirst's City Lord looked at Fang Xingjian and the four tottering swordsmen, his face turning even more grim, looking as black as the bottom of a pan.

And thinking about the Conferred Knight’s remains that he had to give away, his heart ached even more.

Originally, he’d had twenty Wind Hawks, and every one of them was a treasured possession. They could be used as precious resources for his clan to nurture talents in the future. However, ten of them had been stolen by Headmaster Jackson, and it pained him extremely.

Now, he had to give away the Conferred Knight’s remains, which he had laboriously gotten his hands on. He had planned to forge a Superior Remains Divine Weapon, a prized item that could be a suppressing force.

Seeing his dark expression, Huang Lin laughed, “City Lord, may I ask when the Conferred Knight’s remains would be sent over?”

“Hmph, are you afraid that I wouldn’t keep my word?” With that, he waved his sleeves and walked away. “I will send them tomorrow.”