However, this sword had nothing to do with the imagined divine weapon.
No matter how Jiang Xiao looked at it, it resembled Uncle Ying's standard prop because it was purely made of wood.
There were neither fancy patterns on it nor nice packaging with a sword box.
Moreover, there was a cluster of black, smoky scorch marks on the blade, making it look dirty.
The only somewhat special thing was that this wooden sword, of unknown ancient provenance, still carried a hint of peach wood scent.
"What's the use of this thing?"
Other items Jiang Xiao held had at least some discernible effect, but this one seemed like a mere decoration.
Faced with Jiang Xiao's question, Old Zhao also admitted ignorance but could confirm that it truly had been passed down from his ancestors, and folks like Old Qian could vouch for that.
"Alright, then you guys keep an eye out for me, if you know where to find similar items, I want to buy them."
