"Hmm?" Hearing his words, Feng took the long knife from her waist and held it in her arms, turning her face away and said, "You don't need to worry. We're just exceptions. If you fight others, weapons don't break that easily."
"That's precisely the reason I envy you all. If only I had such a divine weapon," Xing Hu said, his eyes brimming with a peculiar gleam.
Hearing his words, Feng turned back to glance at him. Facing his envious gaze, Feng lightly shook her head and said, "If you'd met us earlier, it might've been possible for me to give you one back then, but now it's impossible."
"Ah, I guess I just don't have that kind of luck," Xing Hu said, retracting his gaze, and smiled wryly.
When she wasn't speaking, Feng leaned against the wall, turned her head to look out the window, gazing at the distant flames, her face revealing a pensive and silent expression.
