The shopkeeper looked pleased with himself. His fingers brushed lightly over the pair of flying swords as he said slowly:
"Take a look, fellow Daoist. These Mother-Son Thundershadow Swords were both forged primarily from hundred-year-old [gloomy thunderwood], supplemented with dense silver using a secret refining method. The blades naturally carry a wisp of yin lightning, making them as swift as a thunderclap in combat. This mother sword in particular."
He tapped the three-foot-long sword with a fingertip. "When driven at full power, ordinary protective spiritual light will collapse upon contact wherever its sword light passes. In battle, they can help you defeat your enemies with ease."
Then his tone shifted, and he chuckled. "The most marvelous aspect of this set of artifacts is its spiritual sense consumption.
"Normally, you can use this [son sword] alone, and the burden on your spiritual sense is no different from that of an ordinary mid-grade flying sword artifact.
"The remarkable thing is that when you activate the [mother sword], the son sword can also move at your thought, following like a shadow, without consuming any additional spiritual sense.
"This means you can freely choose between wielding a single sword or combining both. In magical combat, feints and real attacks feed into each other, leaving your opponent unable to guard against them all."
Qing Chen's eyes flickered. He held his hand three inches above the blade and immediately felt a faint, tingling sting, with arcs of lightning faintly roaming along its edge.
He was quite satisfied. This item suited his current spiritual sense strength and combat habits perfectly, but his expression remained unchanged. He merely nodded slightly, signaling for the shopkeeper to continue.
Seeing this, the shopkeeper smiled and opened the second jade box.
Inside lay a piece of dark gray soft armor, plain in