"Old Cheng, take a look at this sword. It should be the one, right?"
In the main hall, the middle-aged man who had previously worn a smile now had a solemn expression as he turned his attention to a young man with snow-white hair beside him. The young man had a handsome face and a tall figure. He was dressed in a red robe with mysterious patterns, adorned with an embroidered purple flame that contrasted sharply with his hair.
"With my many years of Artifact Refining experience..." The youth stared at it for a moment, then nodded and said, "It should be."
The hall fell silent.
"Then this is getting interesting. This lad chose at random, and he actually chose this Ancient Sword." The slightly overweight elder chuckled. "This Ancient Sword is not something that just anyone can pull out."
"I think, if he does pull it out... how should we put it?" The beautiful woman spoke hesitantly. "This sword is..."
