Lin Tian didn't care about what others were saying or how they felt sorry. He picked up the ancient sword from the wooden box and handed it to Xiao Manxue: "Miss, it's yours now."
Xiao Manxue was stunned for a moment and then said: "You... want to give it to me?"
"Of course, I'm not a sword practitioner, so I definitely want to give it to you." Lin Tian said with certainty.
Xiao Manxue looked at the ancient sword, then at Lin Tian, and still shook her head, saying: "No, it's too precious, and besides, you're quite skilled with swords. You should keep it. You're on a path of strength, and ordinary weapons can't withstand your power. This ancient sword suits you well."
Lin Tian could tell that the miss genuinely liked this sword, but her words were sincere too. Despite her arrogant and domineering demeanor, she had a caring and kind heart, much like Xiao Manxuan.
