"Dagger?"
Lin Tian was slightly taken aback, then he laughed, "Of course, there's no problem."
Having said that, Lin Tian respectfully handed over the Black Dragon Dagger. The counterpart was a leader of the army, the backbone of the troops, worthy of his respect.
Lin Jingrong held the Black Dragon Dagger in his hand, examined it for a few moments, then lightly flicked it with his finger, emitting clear howling sounds reminiscent of some type of animal, completely discordant with the metallic noise.
"Hmm, it's a fine blade. I'm a man who loves swords and knives, but this is the first time in my life I've seen a blade made from this material." Lin Jingrong's gaze lingered unwillingly on the dagger, then suddenly asked: "If I wanted you to transfer this dagger to me, you would agree, wouldn't you?"
"Um..."
