"Where is your sword?" Qin Jianyi asked aloud.
Tang Fei had a sword at his waist, crafted from the long horn of a mythical Yin Jiao, known as the Yin Erosion Sword.
Tang Fei had asked the old man to name the sword, but he refused.
Therefore, this Yin Erosion Sword still had no official name to this day.
Tang Fei, afraid of death and having many enemies, carried it with him at all times.
Moreover, the Yin Erosion Sword was extremely bizarre; carrying it brought a continuous stream of chill that seeped into the body, triggering the spontaneous rotation of the Yin Yang Qi within.
Day after day, year after year, it allowed his Yin Yang Qi to reach a terrifyingly profound level.
Tang Fei, who subscribed to the belief that one should not waste opportunities, couldn't bear to put it down.
Tang Fei didn't draw the Yin Erosion Sword from his waist, but motioned to Qin Jianyi instead and said, "Lend me a sword."
