That was a wooden sword.
It was about the length of a palm, with a rounded tip and no blade, clearly crafted specifically for Ali.
Ali's eyes lit up as he darted for the wooden sword, grabbing the hilt and giggling uncontrollably.
Previously, he had been grabbing this and that without ever being this happy.
Given he would often just look and then throw things away, everyone still doubted this was the final result.
But Su Luo and Wei Shu knew that it was probably like this.
Ali laughed for a while, then lifted the sword from his chest.
Everyone thought he was going to throw it again, but unexpectedly, he swung it out with a flick of his hand.
Others couldn't understand, but Wei Shu raised an eyebrow.
Ali was still unsteady on his feet, and the swing made him wobble violently, even causing him to plop down on the ground, but Wei Shu could tell.
He was repeating the moves previously taught to him.
After Ali fell, he continued giggling.
