A drunk broken knife?
Ling Ruoyu cautiously squatted down to look at the big broadsword lying in front of the gravestone.
The broadsword lay quietly there, still smelling of alcohol. Somehow, even though it was just a sword, people could imagine a young girl lying there, eyes swirling, muttering incomprehensible words.
Could it really be a sword that could get drunk?
This strange spiritual nature... if that senior just now was really Han Wubing, then could this sword really be the True Dragon Sparrow!
The girl's heart was pounding, she reverently reached out her hands to pick up the sword.
One attempt wasn't enough, it's so heavy!
Is this really a weapon that someone can wield single-handedly?
