C1996 Pauper

Qi Mingyue pursed his lips, "Your silver needles are too eye-catching, they easily leave behind a handle, exchange it with this one!" The sword was matched within the sect, so he didn't have to worry about anything.

Gu Xiaoxiao looked at the set of silver needles that Qi Mingyue had given her. Although they were not as great as the Seven-Colored Divine Sword