An Yiqing's mouth twitched slightly. Although Ye Chenghong was speaking the truth, it was as if he could sniff out what kind of shit it was just by the posture... Damn it, the language skills of her master were indeed impressive!
"Ahem, Master, take a look at this."
An Yiqing flipped her palm, and a simple yet majestic short sword appeared out of thin air in her hand. The moment the short sword appeared, Ye Chenghong felt the air around him grow heavy, and he raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes. This short sword was obviously no ordinary item.
Reaching out to take the short sword from An Yiqing, Ye Chenghong weighed it in his hand. It was heavy, solid, and chilling to the touch. Upon observing the intricate patterns on the scabbard, he saw how exquisitely crafted it was, wondering how many skilled craftsmen had been involved in its making.
Even just the scabbard was crafted with such skill; it's easy to imagine how exceptional the short sword must be.
