"A Tier Three Flying Sword? Senior, surely you jest... Even the Upper Sect takes twenty to thirty years to refine a single one. If one ever found its way into the world, it would be the final, show-stopping treasure at an auction. How could you possibly buy one so casually?"
The steward was so shocked he was babbling, waving his hands frantically.
"But you claimed you could procure anything related to flying swords... Were you just messing with me?"
Bai Zichen, of course, hadn't expected just any random shop in Sword City to be able to solve his problem.
However, this steward's boasting and grand promises had given him a sliver of unrealistic hope.
It turned out he had expected too much.
"Senior, I meant within a reasonable range. If someone came in asking for a Tier Four Flying Sword, is our Pavilion supposed to just go get one for them?"
The green-robed steward with the goatee didn't panic just because his customer was angry.
