After Feng Zhijiu went to take a hot bath, Bing Ying looked at the long sword in his hand. The current sword is too long for him. He measures his sword. The sword is as tall as him.
'..... I need to eat a lot to grow taller.'
Then he tried to weigh the longsword, and to his surprise it felt light. Almost weightless. He lightly touched the scabbard, and saw the black phoenix pattern in the center of the scabbard, covering almost the entire scabbard.
'Phoenix... Shizun's surname is Feng…'
He slowly pulled out the long sword from the scabbard, his eyes widened in surprise. The entire blade and hilt are black, without any luster. It seems that even light cannot pass through the sword, but is absorbed by the sword instead. The tip of the hilt and the protection are blood red.
