After a very long time had passed, or so it seemed to Chen Changsheng at any rate, that head manager from the Pavilion of Divination finally shifted his gaze away from the sheath, turning to him and chuckling.
Chen Changsheng did not know if there was some deeper meaning behind this laugh, but he could only hope that there was not.
The manager's hand caressed the sheath, sighing, "Ah, an excellent object."
Tang Thirty-Six naturally knew that this sheath was an excellent object.
Any sort of spatial artifact would be able to become the most precious treasure of an ordinary sect or school.
This sheath of Chen Changsheng's had once poured out a mountain of swords in the library, and that might not have even been everything inside it. From this, one could speculate as to how massive the space within was.
