Since there was enough time, he took the children to visit each stall, and there were many who thought like him.
Who knows where opportunity lies? So they strolled slowly.
"Dad, it's that sword."
Tan Shaoting nodded and crouched down with the children.
"Fellow Daoist, what's the story with this sword?"
"I'm not sure, I brought it out from an Ancient Cultivator Cave Mansion. I couldn't forge a bond with it, and others have tried but failed too.
As for what's special about this sword, I've studied it for more than a decade without figuring it out.
So I brought it out, hoping to encounter someone destined for it.
Fellow Daoist, are you interested in this sword?"
Tan Shaoting didn't say anything, instead, he picked it up and examined it.
He was a Sword Cultivator, highly knowledgeable about swords.
He couldn't determine the material of the sword; when his Divine Sense probed it, it was repelled. This sword has a Sword Spirit.
