"Feng, do you like it?" Cheng Ziang posed a question to Feng.
"Is it for me?" Feng tilted her head and asked. Although her expression didn't change, she clearly showed some excitement. She stretched out her hands but never dared to touch it.
"Whoosh!"
Noticing her reaction, Cheng Ziang suddenly unsheathed the long sword. Decorated with blue and white porcelain, the ivory-colored blade is a masterpiece from the Otherworld Weapons Research Center.
The sight of the sword left Feng stunned. Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open as she intently observed the long sword in front of her. She really liked this sword; it was straight, and the tip was diamond-shaped. The rigid form appealed to her greatly.
Noting Feng's joy, Cheng Ziang gave a small smile, then stylishly twirled the sword, turned it around to offer its hilt, and said, "It's yours. From now on, it belongs to you."
