When Jin Jian and his followers arrived at the quiet room where Zheng Ming was in closed-door cultivation, they saw Zheng Ming with a somewhat stiff expression, coming out from the chamber.
This appearance of Zheng Ming allowed Jin Jian and his followers to guess something at once, and after exchanging a look with an Elder behind him, Jin Jian said with a smile to Zheng Ming, "Sect Master, the matter of refining artifacts is not something that can be achieved in one fell swoop."
Zheng Ming looked at Jin Jian with a puzzled gaze, only to see Jin Jian quickly taking out a long sword from his storage bracelet.
Looking at the sword that was like a pool of autumn water, Zheng Ming's eyes immediately revealed a strange light.
"Sect Master, this Qingyun Sword is a recent work of several Elders, and it just happens to be suitable for your use," Jin Jian said, his face smiling stiffly as flattery was not his strong suit.
