Several days passed in a flash. When Bai Dianyu entered the sword tomb, he felt the sharp sword qi permeating the air around him, his heart a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.
He walked forward slowly, carefully sensing the aura of every single sword. Suddenly, a longsword that was entirely silver-white caught his eye. Its blade was slender, its edge like frost, and its hilt was carved with ancient, simple patterns, faintly exuding a piercing chill.
Bai Dianyu reached out and gripped the hilt, instantly feeling a powerful surge of sword intent flood into his body. Overjoyed, he drew the longsword. The blade let out a clear, resonant hum, as if in response to his thoughts.
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