"This..."
Leonard Churchill found himself unable to tear his gaze away.
He had to admit, it was the most "beautiful" weapon he had ever seen.
The moonlight shone like silver, curved like a crescent moon.
Half the height of a person, it was like a wing beside the mummy.
The aesthetics of the Silver Moon Sect were, to say nothing else, extremely high.
Looking at this wondrous weapon, Leonard felt as if he saw a breathtakingly beautiful girl quietly lying in a dark, sunless coffin, waiting in solitude for three thousand years.
He couldn't help but reach out, wanting to gently caress this peerless weapon.
But just as his hand entered the coffin, a chorus of "click" metal snapping sounds suddenly erupted.
Upon closer inspection, the previously smooth Silver Moon crescent blade suddenly sprouted feather-like blades, sharp as fish scales, standing erect.
Seeing this, Leonard finally understood what the "720 flying feathers" mentioned in the enlightenment meant.
"So that's it..."
