That afternoon, Kloze came over holding Li Ang's sword as if presenting a treasure, looking extremely excited.
"My lord, I polished this sword again... It's an extraordinary sword. The true blade within is almost impossible to damage!"
"This sword was likely forged from an extremely rare type of meteorite iron. It's the finest sword I've ever seen..."
After handing the sword to Li Ang, Kloze continued to marvel over it. It seemed that, having once been a blacksmith, he truly loved high-quality weapons.
Now that its surface plating had been completely ground away, the sword looked even more ancient.
The blade was perfectly smooth, yet dull and dark, black and utterly unremarkable. It looked more like wood than metal, but touching it revealed the chill of metal.
A line of unreadable runes ran down the middle of the blade, on both sides. They seemed to have seeped into the blade itself, making them especially strange.
Near the guard, a griffin had been engraved.
Li Ang weighed the sword in his hand and found that it felt even more natural to wield.
A leaf drifted down from a nearby tree and landed on the black, wood-like blade, which did not appear especially sharp. The sword did not move, yet the leaf was cleanly split in two by its edge.
Such a unique and sharp sword should have been a famous treasure known throughout the world.
Yet it had deliberately been concealed beneath a layer of ordinary silver plating, even at the cost of its original sharpness—this had certainly been a choice made out of necessity.
The Griffin crest stamped on the hilt had been ground away, while the emblem engraved on the blade had been covered and hidden...
What this sword represented was easy enough to guess—it was most likely a