After trying for a long time, Jin Shengen finally gave up.
"Elder Han, you deceived me. Why can't it be drawn out? Is it fake?" Jin Shengen looked towards Han Shi'an.
Han Shi'an's expression was icy: "I never tell lies. If this sword is fake, I'm willing to offer my head."
Such an indignant Han Shi'an didn't seem to be lying, and Jin Shengen felt a bit bewildered.
"Then what's going on? Why can't it be drawn out?" he asked again.
"If you ask me, whom should I ask? I can only tell you that this sword has been in the Han family for so many years, and it has never been moved. Do you know why?"
Jin Shengen shook his head, quite interested: "Tell me."
"The ancestors of the Han family once said that this sword is extraordinary and cannot be wielded by someone with ordinary strength. Therefore, over the years, no one in the Han family has touched this sword. I've given it to you; you can leave."
Han Shi'an's words summed up to one thing, blaming him!
