Song Yinan turned her head and glanced at the broken half of the ancient sword in Zhou Fan's hand. A thoughtful expression crossed her face, and she asked softly, "Junior Brother, you haven't refined this sword for yourself yet?"
"Huh? No, I haven't gotten around to it!" Zhou Fan was taken aback for a moment before shaking his head. Zhao Qingshan had given it to him, but he'd been so busy the last few days that he'd just tossed it into the Li Hen Sword's storage space. When would he have had the time to refine it?
Besides, and more importantly, Zhou Fan had no idea how to refine it in the first place!
"Once we take care of this old scoundrel, find a quiet room, and I'll help you," Song Yinan said with a gentle smile, guessing Zhou Fan's thoughts after seeing his clueless expression.
"You got it! Senior Sister, you're the best!" Zhou Fan nodded enthusiastically. 'It feels so good to have a senior sister who pampers me!'
