"Yes, Ancestral Master."
Hu Jing didn't dare comment on the matter, because so far, only the Ancestral Masters could see what was really going on.
The moment Zhao Tianlong arrived, the noisy hall immediately fell silent. Everyone knew how much Ancestor Master Zhao valued etiquette. They all returned to their places, and though it was crowded, no one complained.
Zhao Tianlong's gaze locked directly onto the sword Wang Meng had refined. With a beckoning gesture, the sword flew straight into his hand.
Zhao Tianlong's eyes remained fixed on the long sword for a long time. Suddenly, he turned to Zhao Lingxuan, who was beside him, and asked, "What do you see?"
Zhao Lingxuan knew he was testing her perception. In truth, she had also been studying it for a long time. She didn't dare misrepresent her findings. "Ancestral Master, the craftsmanship of this sword can only be considered average, but this sword has a soul!"
