"I also think it looks real, the rust and the carvings on the sheath are genuine, and the price is right."
Another boy answered softly, and from his eyes, you could tell he was slightly overwhelmed with excitement and joy.
They were speaking in Chinese, and Huo Sining listened clearly from the side, involuntarily raising her eyebrow and instinctively looking towards them.
These two were holding a Dongyang sword, different from the swords hanging on the rack on the wall. This Dongyang sword had heavy rust, and at a glance, it seemed to evoke the cries of horses and the clash of swords on the battlefield, a sense of historical weight coming straight at you.
The shop owner beside them heard them speaking Chinese, but he wasn't annoyed and continued saying, "You two have sharp eyes, clearly experts. I'm not going to lie to you, I'll tell you the truth. Most of my shop sells replica ancient swords, they may look good, but they're fake. But the items on these racks are genuine."
