"Yes, there are..." Nian Jinqing scrambled to his feet, not even bothering to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, as he hurried upstairs to fetch the item.
Ding Huan's Divine Will could now extend to about seventeen meters. He didn't follow Nian Jinqing upstairs but kept his Divine Will on the man.
It seemed Nian Jinqing realized he couldn't escape and rather candidly took down a long wooden box.
Ding Huan knew at a glance that the wooden box was a recent make. Opening it revealed a sword about one meter long inside. The blade emitted a dim glow, and its edge appeared vaguely shaped.
Casually grabbing the sword, Ding Huan couldn't help but inwardly praise it as fine craftsmanship.
The quality of this sword was on par with some of the medium cold weapons from the Changyi Continent.
Without even trying, Ding Huan knew from his Divine Will sweeping over the edge that this was definitely a sharp weapon.
The sword now belonged to him.
