The young man narrated the origin of the sword.
After hearing this, Qin Niu laughed and shook his head, "If it really were a treasure sword, could it rust like this? Your story is quite valuable, worth a Thousand Taels, goodbye."
This person was very likely a swindler.
Before coming to the Ghost Market, that old man from the Posthouse had reminded him to be careful not to be deceived.
"Just hold it, and you'll know I'm not lying!"
Seeing a prospective buyer who finally asked about the price, the young man quickly tried to keep him there.
Qin Niu, half-believing and half-doubting, picked up the rusty Longsword.
The weight was around twelve or thirteen catties, which made it a very heavy sword. Ordinary longswords mostly weighed around one to two catties, and never more than three.
Because a sword needs to be agile and graceful, and even many swordsmen believe that swordplay is very elegant; if it is too heavy, one would only be clumsy when striking.
