It was now afternoon.
The sunlight blazed, and a languid air hung all around.
Inside Kangna's Many Treasures Shop, Jiang Yang rubbed the little silver sword in his hand.
It felt like precious jade, not the metal he had imagined.
There was also a special power within the little sword, light and spiritual, unlike any of the powers derived from the mainstream cultivation methods in the world today.
Yet in quality, it could fully rival the divine power of the Divine Clan's cultivation methods.
In fact, this power was clearly more refined and took less effort to control.
Intricate formations and runes were also inscribed on the little sword. Jiang Yang had never seen formations and runes like these, as though they came from the wellspring of another civilization, an entirely different way of expressing power.
Almost all the formations and runes circulating in the Mortal Realm today were extensions of those Qing Fengyi and Li Zhe had developed back then, also incorporating some of the essence of the Angel Civilization's runic formations from the end of the Fourth Epoch.
But they were entirely different from those on the little silver sword.
Curiosity swelled in Jiang Yang's heart.
Looking at the petite, adorable Dragon Clan girl before him, Jiang Yang asked with a smile.
"Miss Dragon, what kind of sword is this? I've never seen runes and formations like these."
"Then what do you think of it?"
Instead of answering directly, Constana asked a question of her own.
"It's incredibly impressive!"
Jiang Yang nodded decisively.
"Impressive is right! Back in the day, I spent loads of time and effort on this, taking that old man's half-baked skills and making the blue outshine the indigo it came from."
A trace of delight flashed through the Blue-Haired Girl's eyes. She waved a