Divine weapons!
As soon as Dongfang Jin mentioned this, everyone curiously stared at the sleeve sword in his hand.
Although the children of the Tiantong Class were young, they all came from notable families and had certainly heard from their elders that goods sold by the Underworld Market were of fine quality.
Dugu Xiaojin also glanced at it; it was a dagger half the size of a palm, with a pitch-black blade and edges on both sides. It was thin and lightweight, easy to conceal in boots or sleeves.
Dugu Xiaojin's heart was moved at the sight, thinking that such a sleeve sword would be very suitable for Feng Xiaoli.
