Tomb Mansion, inner hall.
Lin Ge's right hand gently clasped an ancient-looking long sword, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
"How long has this sword existed?"
Lin Ge focused on the Ancient Sword in his hand and asked softly.
"I'm not sure. I found it in a cave dwelling once."
The refined man shook his head. As he recalled what had happened all those years ago, a note of regret crept into his voice.
At this, Lin Ge's gaze paused briefly before returning to normal.
The Ancient Sword in his hand had endured who knew how many years. From hilt to tip, it radiated the aura of time.
Could there have been sword cultivators like me in the past?
After a moment of contemplation, Lin Ge found himself entertaining that guess.
The material used to make the Ancient Sword was no ordinary substance. Even after enduring the passage of countless years, it still gleamed with a brilliant luster and remained incomparably sharp.
A man who had poured his heart and blood into forging such a peerless treasure would have possessed no ordinary swordsmanship. His skill might even have been so lofty that Lin Ge could only look up to him.
"Looks like I've still underestimated this world."
At the thought, Lin Ge sighed, a sense of disappointment settling in his heart.
Then he turned to the refined man, his expression solemn.
"Thank you for this gift. I really like this sword."
The refined man laughed, speechless. "Perhaps it was fate. Somewhere, somehow, Heaven meant for me to bring this sword before you."
"Indeed. I also think Heaven meant for you to bring this sword to me, so I'd understand that there's always a higher sky and a greater person."
Lin Ge drew the Azure Light Sword. An ancient aura