"Ding~"
Shao Zifeng flicked the blade of the Tang sword in his hand, producing a crisp ringing sound.
The blade was straight and gleaming, with a narrow edge and a thick spine. Flipping the sword over, it reflected a chilling, harsh cold light. Shao Zifeng nodded in satisfaction, then turned to the young man playing games behind the counter and asked, "Is this the best knife you've got here?"
"Of course not." The young man, not even lifting his head, moved his fingers rapidly across the screen. Then the screen turned black and white, and he cursed, "Damn it, freaking Yao, killed me ten times, face me in a solo if you dare!"
