Qing Shui did not react after hearing what they said. Hatred? What annoyed them was that the more their emotions affected them, the more clumsy they became. Qing Shui no longer cared about them and walked to the weapon rack to start selecting a weapon.
Looking at the prices of the weapons on sale, checking his money pouch again and again, Qing Shui's jaw dropped. "Damn it, it seems I can only afford that ordinary iron wooden sword. Forget it, I'll buy it." The previous Scryrius iron sword had already been worn out by Qing Shui, who used it repeatedly while practicing swordsmanship in the Violet Jade Fairy Realm.
