It was a broken sword, a mere one foot eight inches long, yet the blade was quite wide—a full three inches.
The tip of the sword was even more bizarre. It looked as if it had been sliced off at an angle, giving it a trapezoidal shape.
This was the very broken sword that had made Gu Yi famous.
The members of the Broken Sword Sect watching from a distance couldn't help but grow excited.
"Master has drawn his sword!"
"I've been a disciple for years, and this is the first time I've ever seen Master draw his sword!"
Amid the excited chatter, Shan Rui, the senior disciple, couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
He had been genuinely nervous after seeing his master get injured just moments ago.
Fortunately, it was just a minor setback, and the moment quickly passed.
Thanks to the confidence built up over so many years, the moment he saw his master draw his sword, Shan Rui felt his heart settle back into his chest. He was sure this was in the bag.
