The handover with Master Feather went smoothly, Lu Ye got the Boulder Mountain Saber, and Master Feather received his merit, both sides delighted.
In front of Heaven's Augury Pillar, Lu Ye examined the Boulder Mountain Saber after its upgrade.
The shape, the length, had not changed in the least, but the blade had become even darker, as if it could swallow light itself.
He ran a finger over every corner of the blade, and all traces of the fierce battles that it bore were erased, the whole saber reborn anew.
It wasn't overtly sharp; the Boulder Mountain Saber had never relied on sharpness for victory. Its first impression was always one of solidity.
With the saber in hand, one felt deep and immoveable, like a mountain that would never fall throughout the ages.
When spirit force was poured into it, there was no delay, a hum emanated from the blade, and the saber felt like an extension of his own body.
