Looking at Zhao Dezhu's excited face right in front of him, Jiang Hai took a small step back and handed over the Silver Dragon Sword.
Zhao Dezhu carefully accepted the Silver Dragon Sword, his expression that of someone gazing at a peerless treasure.
Seeing Zhao Dezhu's reaction, a flicker of surprise crossed Liu Yun's eyes as well. She asked, "Elder Zhao, is there something special about this sword? Could it have been forged by a peerless master?"
The Silver Dragon Sword looked striking. In Liu Yun's eyes, only a master could have forged it.
"Bullshit! Whoever forged this sword had skills that weren't worth a damn. Their technique was as clumsy as a student who had only just started working with soul tools!" Zhao Dezhu cursed angrily, then said, "What I'm looking at is the flame used to forge this sword. It's like nothing from the mortal world. Not only did it remove every last trace of impurity from the materials, it also endowed the sword with a peculiar spirituality. That won't make the sword more powerful, but it will let its owner wield it more easily and flexibly..."
Jiang Hai smiled awkwardly, but he had to admit that Zhao Dezhu truly deserved his position as the Eight Treasures Tower's chief appraiser. He had spotted almost every issue at a glance. Jiang Hai had never studied forging, and even his quenching process had followed the books step by step. The only special element was his ultimate divine fire, and Zhao Dezhu had readily deduced its effects as well.
After a while, Zhao Dezhu gently tapped the blade, gripped the hilt, and tried channeling soul power into it.
Lines appeared across the Silver Dragon Sword's hilt, blending perfectly with its dragon scales as they intertwined and merged.
"This..."
Zhao Dezhu's expression