Yi Yun did not understand the meaning behind Elder Mo's words. However, seeing as Huan Chenxue was determined to give him the sword, he accepted it.
As he slowly took hold of the sword's hilt, he unsheathed it gently.
"Hum…"
The sword let out a clear sword hum, inundating him with a suppressive frost Qi.
Yi Yun unsheathed the sword completely. The sword's blade was like its scabbard, ice-blue in color. There were seven runes engraved on it, each the size of a baby's palm. They were arranged in a row from the sword's tip to its base.
Upon seeing these runes, Yi Yun's eyes lit up. He had seen such runes before!
Out of the seven runes, five of them were faintly lit. They sparkled with a brilliant luster while the remaining two were unlit.
