The Blue-clad Sword Spirit held his sword, gazing far into the distance, and said softly, "Can you guess what's in my hand..."
Upon hearing half of the sentence, Button Brother almost cried tears of joy, thinking to himself, "This is surely in the bag, Chen Guan was absolutely right, this test is definitely not difficult."
Everyone's expressions were peculiar, as they felt the test seemed so simplistic, as if it was getting easier.
"Can you guess how heavy the sword in my hand is?" The Blue-clad Sword Spirit finished his sentence, and Button Brother's pupils suddenly contracted, his face full of shock.
"How are we supposed to guess? The sword's material is different, density is different, and the same volume would result in different weights."
"Just guess blindly like this? At least let us hold it and weigh it a bit!"
"The first question was so simple, how did this question suddenly become so difficult?"
