She presented both hands to Chu Zhiyuan, "Master, please."
Chu Zhiyuan took it, gripping the sword sheath.
"Buzz..."
The sword gently vibrated, as if thousands of bees were swirling inside.
A greenish light slowly emerged, condensed, and extended, finally transforming into a green longsword.
About four feet long, as wide as a pinky, slender, magnificent, and noble.
Zhou Qingyu liked it instantly, itching to manifest such a Sword Aura herself.
So when Chu Zhiyuan handed it to her, she hesitated.
Her cultivation wasn't sufficient, and this brilliant, noble slender green sword would inevitably lose its splendor and revert to its original broken form in her hands.
Chu Zhiyuan extended it further towards her.
She could only take it and remarked in surprise, "Hmm, Master, it...?"
This Bihua Sword showed no change in her hands, its green Sword Aura remained.
Chu Zhiyuan nodded with satisfaction, "Indeed, it's no ordinary thing."
