His right hand made a grasping motion in the air, and the treasured saber wrapped in cloth strips flew into Zhong Lin's hand. With a gentle shake of his palm, the cloth strips instantly exploded, revealing the appearance of the saber.
It was a Horse-Slaying Saber. The handle was as black as ink, resembling a long iron rod. The blade gleamed with a cold light, measuring over three feet in length, with a hilt slightly over a foot long, ending in a large ring, indicating Cai Ting, facilitating attack maneuvers, and weighing a hundred pounds.
With a casual swing, the blade cut through the air, producing a series of buzzing sounds.
His inner breath circulated, effortlessly flowing into the Horse-Slaying Saber, and the blade emitted a slight glow.
The tip of the blade hung low, and as it traced across the void, the bricks beneath his feet had a narrow trench formed in them, like tofu.
"Great saber."
Looking at the Horse-Slaying Saber, Zhong Lin couldn't help but praise out loud.
