So he turned towards Wuchang and said with a smile:

"There is nothing wrong. Senior Brother Wu has taken good care of it, and the spiritual grass is growing normally."

"I'm afraid it's not far behind Ling Zhifu!"

Wu Chang's slightly dark face moved, he scratched his head out of habit, and waved politely:

"No, how can I compare with Ling Zhifu? Junior Brother Liu is overly complimentary!"

He was very impressed by Liu Yu's compliments, and even spoke louder with a trembling brow.

After the handover was completed, Wu Chang exchanged a few polite words with Liu Yu absent-mindedly, then bowed his hands and said goodbye.

He took out a three-inch long yellow flying sword. In the blink of an eye, it expanded to a size of one foot, turned into a streak of yellow light, and hurried away.

Liu Yu crossed her arms across her chest and looked in the direction where the yellow light disappeared, with thoughts flashing in her eyes.

Based on the fluctuations in spiritual power, he judged that this was a medium-grade magic weapon, and it was the best among its kind.

"It seems that this Senior Brother Wu is not as simple as an ordinary outer disciple."

Thank you to the book friends who voted for recommendation: The Wind Has Stopped, Never Forgetting, Lokkp, and The Delusional Fox.
Chapter completed!