"Hand it over!"
Ninghai Zen grasped with five fingers, tightly clutching the ancient sword planted in a desolate mound, easily pulling it out.
He examined it briefly, took a few glances: it was a little over two feet long, with a central ridge and sharp double edges, a concave wide hilt.
The whole thing was gilded and shining, emitting a piercing cold gleam like white frost.
"Lao Qiu, your tomb-raiding skills have really improved over the years!
The Celestial River Sword Sect has been extinct for almost five thousand years, and you actually managed to unearth an Inner Scenic Land!
No wonder you're a figurehead in this field!"
Ninghai Zen flicked a finger lightly against the sword, which emitted a clear, resonating sound like the prolonged chant of an Old Dragon.
The dazzling gilded hue rippled instantly, casting an eye-dazzling brilliance.
If driven by the Divine Soul, it would definitely be ostentatious and blinding, not to be looked at directly.
