The single-handed sword in Ye Yuan's hands was even more "stout and heavy" than the previous double-handed sword. The bronze-colored weapon had not the slightest bit of "elegance" to it. The hilt was straight and slender, but in Ye Yuan's grasp, that single-handed sword looked clumsy. In addition, its bronze blade made it seem rusty. The hilt was only the length of a forearm and two-inches thick. Paired with the huge blade—the entire effect was both weird and comical.
Ji Fengyan was truly stumped.
This differed totally from what they had agreed upon!
Unfortunately, Ye Yuan was completely oblivious to Ji Fengyan's miserable expression. Instead, he regarded the single-handed sword with a pleased expression and said, "You are still young. This sword's handle is slender and more suitable for your hands. Quick, try it and see if it is a good fit for you."
With that, Ye Yuan held out the single-handed sword before Ji Fengyan.
