Ye Meng's eyes were tightly fixed on Bai Xiao.
His right hand drew the sword more and more, almost exposing its entirety. It's an antique type of long sword, about 1.5 meters in length, with shiny silver metal guards on both sides protruding outward, curving into crescent moon shapes. The hilt appears to be made of a spirally carved stone, resembling marble.
At the end there was a small, semi-transparent sphere, crystal-like.
What's most striking is the body of the sword, which exudes an ancient aura and is made of an unknown material, seemingly both metallic and stone-like. Bai Xiao seemed to faintly sense from it a special frequency coming from the deep world.
The only extraordinary thing,
is the fluorescent blue patterns on the blade, flowing like mist.
"Clang!"
The tip of the sword instantly came out of the sheath, emitting a crisp ring through the air.
"Whoosh!"
Ye Meng suddenly adopted an offensive sword stance.
