“Don't laugh. They probably picked up a lower-grade tool that so happened to fly toward somewhere, so they're using it!”
The First Elder of the Norman family spoke in a sardonic tone.
After all, Fane's sword looked dull and ordinary then, and only a tinge of black encased it. It flew at a leisurely pace, not too fast and not too slow.
That was why there was no way to tell the grade of the treasure.
The only thing they could be sure of was that a flying treasure was no doubt a spiritual tool. Some of the low-grade spiritual tools could also fly, but they could not go very fast.
"They picked it up?"
Their Second Elder was taken aback for a while. "Hah. Even a flying treasure is not worth picking up if it's a low grade one,” he commented, smiling. "They must have spent quite a fortune to buy that secondhand item."
A young master from the Norman family rolled his eyes. "Second Elder, how could you say that?" he said solemnly. "They're one of the eight reclusive families as well and are a first-class family. How could you just say that they bought a second-hand item?"
"Heh. That’s true. I forgot about that!"
The Second Elder cleared his throne, making everyone laugh again.
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