"Ghosts? Those people are not worthy of the title 'ghosts'."
Li Yaoxuan chuckled softly to himself as he walked past Li Yucheng, stopping before an antique display stand. He casually picked up a slender sword with an unusual design, one that was worth a fortune among the antiques.
He performed a casual flourish in the air, and the sword light it emitted dimmed the light in the room by a few degrees.
After doing this, Li Yaoxuan examined the slender sword in his hand and spoke softly,
"This sword is the meeting gift they presented to me, heh... The craftsmanship is indeed fine, and the material is decent, barely comparable to Great Yan's Grade B forging materials."
"Father, an unknown enemy should not be underestimated. This slender sword may not be the best," Li Yucheng quietly warned.
Li Yaoxuan put the sword back, let out an enigmatic chuckle, and said,