Jiang Hao looked at the treasured sword in the sword case, used the Object Manipulation Technique, and flicked a finger at it. With a whoosh, the little sword flew out of the case.
Hu Xinyue watched in astonishment as the little sword rapidly grew after flying out of the case. In the blink of an eye, it became a large sword over two feet long.
Jiang Hao reached out and caught the sword. It felt heavy in his hand, with an elegant yet ancient design—the standard style of the pre-Qin era. The meteoric iron greatsword Jiang Hao had forged in Mythology World had been of the same design.
The ancient sword was silver-white from end to end, like a lotus rising from the water—noble and clear. The patterns on its blade were arranged like constellations in the sky. Under the glow of the Night Pearl, the reflected light flowed across the blade like clear water flooding a pond, calm and gentle. When he examined its edge, it resembled a sheer cliff rising a thousand zhang, lofty and majestic.
This was a fine sword!
Jiang Hao could not help sighing inwardly. Even with his unprofessional appraisal skills, he could tell that this sword was anything but ordinary.
"I wonder whether this sword has a name." Jiang Hao muttered as he turned the blade over.
Near the sword's throat, Jiang Hao found two ancient seal-script characters engraved into it. He recognized them. The moment he saw them clearly, he cried out in shock.
"No way! Could this be that divine sword?!"
Hu Xinyue looked at Jiang Hao and asked curiously, "Jiang-lang, what name is written on this sword?"
Jiang Hao drew a deep breath. Looking at the two seal-script characters on the blade, he spoke each word slowly.
"Pure Jun!"
"Chun Jun?