Looking at the "Silver Frost Divine Sword" over five feet long and with a square head in front of her, Li Wanqing couldn't help but twitch her face.
Despite Wang Jiu's eloquent descriptions of divine sword elements and the Silver Frost Divine Sword with warhammer characteristics, no matter how she looked at it, this was undeniably a long-handled warhammer, bearing no resemblance to the original exquisite and fierce silver longsword.
Such a result, Shen Zicheng won't accept it, right!?
However, when Li Wanqing turned her head, she saw Shen Zicheng looking thrilled, even somewhat trembling with disbelief, his eyes bursting with the happiness of a father hearing his child's cry outside the delivery room.
"Is this the reborn Silver Frost?"
Wang Jiu nodded: "Exactly, this sword is five feet six inches long..."
Li Wanqing really couldn't listen any further: "Stop calling it 'this sword'! Do you think people are blind!?"
