Yang Fei carefully put the dagger away.
Mi Xuan handed him a soft leather sheath and said, "This is made from millennium locust silk, said to nourish the force of death, perfect for this dagger."
As she spoke, Mi Xuan's eyes flowed and she looked at Yang Fei.
"Afei, why don't you give this dagger a name?"
Yang Fei nodded and murmured.
"This dagger carries the power of the Underworld. I will use it to eradicate the Alliance of Gods and avenge my fallen comrades. Let's call it Twilight of the Gods."
Mi Xuan was momentarily stunned: "Twilight of the Gods? Great name, but I wonder if this thing has the power to restrain a Divine Crystal?"
Yang Fei shook his head: "I don't know. Regardless, I must avenge the Evil Dragon. Thank you, Mi Xuan."
Mi Xuan lowered her eyes, her eyes slightly reddened.
"The Evil Dragon died protecting me and my grandfather, so I too have a part in this vengeance."
