Inside the Flying Boat.
Fang Qingzhu looked strangely at Qingping, who was diligently serving tea and water in front of her. Her eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief as she looked at Xiao Yi, and she whispered, "Brother Xiao Yi, is this really the Holy Weapon of the Sword Pavilion Ancestor? My father told me that in the entire Qingtian Realm, only five Holy Weapons can transform into humanoid forms, each of them extremely proud..."
In the vast Qingtian Realm, although Holy Weapons are rare, there are three of them in total.
But only a mere five can transform into a humanoid form.
Each one is extremely proud.
How could it be like a flattery servant?
"Hahaha, just think of it as an old servant joining your household..." Xiao Yi laughed and said.
"Lord Xiao, how is this pressure?"
Qingping was squatting beside him, carefully massaging Xiao Yi's legs, occasionally looking up and asking with a flattering expression.
Xiao Yi responded, "Not bad!"
