However, the little sword boy knew the real reason: his master felt the stingy local squires were too cheap, and he thought he could sell the sword for a higher price in the imperial capital.
"Master, I'm hungry!" the little sword boy shouted again.
"Were you a starving ghost in your past life or what!" Yuan Zhenxing cursed.
He was actually hungry too. His sword boy's shout had made him even hungrier.
"Master, Baili Sword can be the Crown Prince's tutor. You're the second-best swordsman in Qian State, so why can't you find the heir of some Prince to teach?" That way, we could also have enough to eat.
"Go away! Just because Baili Sword can tutor the Crown Prince, does that mean I have to teach some Prince's heir? Where am I inferior to Baili Sword?"
"You are not inferior," the little sword boy said reluctantly.
"Exactly! I'm one of the five greatest swordsmen of this era. I should at least have that much standing!"
