Hei personally wrote two characters in an elegant and vigorous manner - Tian Yu.

The boss personally took charge and engraved the characters on the hilt, then filled it with red stone powder and sealed it with white oil.

Tianya became the new name of this blade.

Hei Jiang hung his black sword at his waist, determined to find an opportunity to let Tianya witness blood. The smell of the zombie's blood was too foul, but using it to sanctify the sword would indeed make Hei feel that Tianya was dishonored.

However, a treasured blade must surely drink the blood of countless. Otherwise, the meaning of its existence as a blade will no longer remain.

Black's heart was immersed in the joy of obtaining the treasured sword. With a full stomach and the knife in hand, at this moment, he only wanted to leave this large birdcage and go out to test the sword with pleasure.

And his actions once again caught everyone's attention. Huh?

Huh?

Did the Second Young Master take a liking to the young lad at the blacksmith shop? Hmm? So, he was actually waiting for a knife?

Originally, news of Second Young Master's affection for a blacksmith's apprentice had spread far and wide. Little did they know, it was all a misunderstanding. Now, Second Young Master's eyes were filled with that pitch-black dagger...

Uh, it's not a case of falling in love with someone else. Why is he so indifferent towards Qin Dashao, whom he used to like so much before?

Hmm, look, Qin Shao's complexion doesn't look good.

Qin Zhen and Tu Shu ended their conversation because of Hei's departure. Both of them witnessed Hei retrieving the knife, as well as the flickering spark in his eyes as he tested the blade.

And at this moment, what they were thinking in their hearts was almost the same.

Originally, what happened between them couldn't compare to a sword in terms of capturing his attention.

Even though Tushu knows he is fickle, he has always believed that he is different in his heart. No matter when trouble arises, he always comes, whether early or late.

Isn't this just a proof of how important I am to him?

But this time when he came back, he couldn't feel it anymore, couldn't feel his gaze and concern for himself.

Even though 90% of his attention was previously focused on others, there was still 10% that belonged to himself. But now...10%? No, it seems like he doesn't even have 1%.

At this moment, Qin Zhen's expression was not much better than Tu Shu's.

He is different from Tushu. He doesn't know much about this person and only developed an interest in him in the past few days. This person is very powerful and completely overturns his previous impression of him.

However, in his previous impression, this person was actually very admiring of himself.

That is only based on my extremely vague and one-sided impression of him in the past. Now... admiration? liking? Hmm? I don't feel any of it at all.

It doesn't seem like he's pretending. From beginning to end, he has shown no interest in us at all. He hasn't even glanced over with the corner of his eye. There is only a pitch black knife in his eyes.

In the past, perhaps it was all just coincidences that made him feel a sense of shameful illusion, when in reality, others didn't actually have any feelings towards him at all.

No, no, no. He sends flowers to the Qin family's doorstep every day and has made all sorts of shameless confessions. Although he has never given a sincere response, that person must be him.

It was clearly something he had been longing for all along, this person giving up on himself... But at this moment, a feeling of unwillingness surged in Qin Zhen's heart.

The two of them had different mindsets, but they were both similarly miserable.

While Hei was immersed in the joy of obtaining a good knife, as someone who was always sensitive to the gaze of others, he naturally noticed the intense gaze from the crowd. Hei turned around and disappeared into the crowd. He detested people's stares, which made him feel irritable.

Apart from the few alphas present who saw where Hei went, in the eyes of most people, it was as if Hei disappeared into thin air.