The black iron sword was scrawled with careless abandon. At first glance, it looked completely ordinary, much like a swordsmith's blank forged in a street-side shop for a mere ten taels of silver.
Yet Jin Tong and He Yuluo did not think so. The sword scabbard was a magic treasure, swallowing demonic intent like a giant whale drinking the sea, and the iron sword concealed within it must possess extraordinary qualities.
At Jin Tong's mental transmission, He Yuluo raised his token once more.
Chapter 712