The next day, in the security department of Victory Group.
Lu Yu was quietly sitting in his office alone, holding the Rope-Curled Sword he had snatched from Gu Yanzhou's hands last night. At this moment, he was carefully observing it, looking quite leisurely.
Looking at the sword in his hand, thin as a cicada's wing, Lu Yu's eyes couldn't help but show a hint of appreciation.
With his vision, it was clear to him that this Rope-Curled Sword was definitely a top-quality ancient sword. The blade was made by combining various metals and was thin as a cicada's wing, exceptionally sharp. There were two small, ancient characters on the blade: Rope Curve.
This sword, both in design and craftsmanship, was definitely not of modern make; it was unquestionably a genuine ancient sword that could easily fetch a high price at an auction!
Thinking about this, Lu Yu shook his head, with a hint of helplessness on his face.
