The sword in Su Ci Yi's hand glistened and vibrated upon the call of her soul. She coveted this sword for a long time, and now it was in her hands. The sword already responded on her soul call and bided with her cultivation core.
When Su Ci Yi thought that she will have a hard time possessing this weapon yet the old man just nonchalantly pushed it to her. Seeing she knew how to handle it and even unfolding its own strength, Master Tang didn't hesitate to hand it to her.
Su Ci Yi couldn't even be happier than having this thing as her possession.
"Master Tang knows how to preserve the sword well. It has been a long time yet that sword's gleamed as if it was just forged yesterday. Not even a tint of blemishes and rust."
Sang Shui looked at the metal weapon in Su Ci Yi's hand, which she had been taking care of.
