Chen Mobai spoke without getting up, continuing to eat.
Chen Xiaohei called out twice, seeing that his father didn't respond, he could only start exploring and observing on his own.
Instead, Shi Wanyu seemed very curious about the Mystic Finger Sword. Hearing her daughter's surprised calls, she put down her bowl and chopsticks and walked over to the sword box.
The sword inside the box was richly dark, as if soaked in the purest ink, with no sign of impurities. As eyes fell on the sword, it felt profoundly quiet, like a dark night embracing all things, exuding a mysterious and unpredictable aura.
The sword's spine was angular, and the lines were smooth and natural. Shi Wanyu couldn't help but reach out to touch the hilt, feeling the material's delicate warmth, contrasting with the deep black of the blade, and not feeling cold at all.
"This sword looks quite beautifully black!"
Shi Wanyu touched the hilt, satisfied her curiosity, and immediately let go, involuntarily saying this.
