That was a very thin sword, the blade only a finger wide, the hilt resembling a flattened and widened "sun" character.
Just how thin was this sword? Li Xiu didn't know how to describe it.
The phrase "thin as a cicada's wing" wasn't enough to capture its thinness; clearly a metal weapon, yet thin enough to appear somewhat transparent.
Despite its thinness, the blade was perfectly straight, without any curve.
If you looked from the blade's side, without a close inspection, you might almost fail to notice the blade's presence.
On that seemingly transparent blade, flame-like patterns seemed to have permeated into the blade, giving it a faint reddish hue.
The hilt was dark red, like the color of dried blood.
"Could it be that even with the same Trial Ground ticket, the entry point is not exactly the same?" Li Xiu guessed to himself.
Fingers lightly stroking the hilt, he immediately felt a scorching heat ignite at his fingertips, giving Li Xiu a slight feeling of being burnt.
