Chen Shouyi walked to the desk, picked up the black sword that was already gathering some dust, and suddenly drew it out. With a "zing" sound, the blade shone with a cold light, its sharpness intimidating.
"This sword has been through so many battles, yet there isn't a single nick on it!" Chen Shouyi said leisurely, "I used to wonder what kind of metal could be so tough, even sharper than the nanometer coating sword. I only understood after going to the Capital City—it was forged from divine artifact material."
This relic of Cao Zhenhua likely came from the Pantheon behind him.
Upon hearing this, Chen Xingyue couldn't contain herself and blurted out in surprise, "A divine artifact?"
"Divine artifact material!" Chen Shouyi glanced at her and corrected:
"Since you don't want it, and I already have a new sword, leaving it here is just letting it gather dust. I can only sell it. I'm guessing it could easily fetch ten million."
"Ten million?" Chen Xingyue's eyes widened in shock.
