"Heavy is this sword, yet beyond its weight, it seems to lack any distinct features," Su Ruoyu meticulously examined the battered blade but discerned nothing exceptional.
"Young Master, you wouldn't truly consider choosing this sword, would you? Sister Su is correct. Besides its weight, its appearance is quite unsightly, and wielding it seems inconvenient," Fang Ying disdainfully commented.
"I must say, Young Master, the quality of a weapon is not solely determined by its weight. If this battered sword were truly a treasure, why would the Wang family display it here? It must be an undesirable item, left neglected in this corner. Over there, I spot several fine battle swords gleaming with radiance, boasting a commendable Innate Realm grade," Bai Zhan remarked.
Ignoring their comments, Fang Xiu, wielding the heavy sword, sensed its extraordinary nature.
Infusing it with his berserk true energy, the sword emitted a resonant hum.