"Clang..."
A sword's cry split the wind, like a clear cascade slicing through the sky.
A sword from Sword City.
The sword's light crossed the distant void and came to a sudden halt before Wang Xian.
Ji Wuming's calm yet meaningful voice drifted on the wind. "This sword was forged from ordinary spirit iron. It isn't worth more than a few Spirit Stones, so use it for now. Next time you come to Sword City, I'll find you a sword worthy of you."
Wang Xian reached out and steadily caught the sword from the wind.
The sword was three feet long, its scabbard made of some kind of dark animal hide. Fine patterns could be felt beneath his fingers as he rubbed it.
His thumb nudged the sword guard, and a sliver of cold light spilled out... Clear and chilly, sharp and fierce—it was indeed a true spirit sword.
With a turn of his wrist, he stowed the sword in his Storage Ring.
Facing the void from which the sword's light had come, he gave a solemn bow. "Thank you, senior. Next time I embroider a handkerchief, I'll make sure to prepare an extra one for you."
Ji Wuming's laughter drifted faintly on the wind, carrying a hint of carefree ease.
"A wind talisman is engraved on the blade. This sword is called 'Like Wind.' Its style... is rather similar to that silver needle of yours. Hahaha..."
Wang Xian was slightly taken aback.
Then he remembered the move "Ephemeral Bloom" taught to him by Wuyue, and couldn't help laughing too. "In that case, I owe you even more thanks."
The couple in front of the military camp exchanged glances, both astonished.
They had just been talking about weapons, and a sword had actually come flying on the wind. The woman's