Chen Polu felt a wave of disappointment at these words. For the past seven years, he had used this sword to slay many powerful enemies and was well aware of the formidable power of the Flowing Moon Sword, almost comparable to a Second Order Spiritual Artifact. Naturally, he did not want to see this sword destroyed in vain.
However, before he could open his mouth, the leader suddenly changed his tone: "But, with the Samadhi True Fire, I can refine an even better one."
Chen Polu's worry turned to joy as he hurriedly asked, "Boss, how long will it take you to successfully refine it? I have a mission and can only stay on the island for two months at most."
"Half a month is enough. Just wait, I'll get started right away."
With that, Zhao Sheng rose to his full height, carrying the Flowing Moon Sword and a gourd, and gracefully walked out.
Chen Polu watched his departing figure, his expression complex and tense, showing a hint of restlessness.
