The zombie crashed to the ground. Song You'ai was taken aback by her own swift action, crying out in belated, pleasant surprise, "So fast!"
This knife was at least ten, if not a hundred times sharper than her old kitchen knife!
Ji Taixian, who was tailing the mother-daughter duo, was also stunned. His eyes lit up as he circled the long knife in Song You'ai's hand. "Auntie, can I take a look? Auntie, where did you pick this up?"
"Picked it up? What are you talking about? My daughter custom-made this for me by hand!" Song You'ai said, tilting her head up, her voice filled with pride.
Ji Taixian gingerly took the knife from Aunt Song and tried poking the zombie's corpse.
The blade passed right through. When he withdrew it, not a single drop of blood remained on the steel. 'This is basically a Divine Artifact, right?!'
Ji Taixian's eyes went wide with envy. "Oh, I get it now. Ms. Ning must have made this with her Gold Ability."
