Jiang Ying instinctively raised her hand to cover her eyes, peering through her fingers.
The other disciples did the same, raising their hands to shield their eyes and paying their respects through their fingers to this magical artifact whose grand entrance was nothing short of shocking.
After the golden light faded, hanging inside the cape was none other than—a broadsword that was pitch-black yet entirely devoid of any luster. Who knew where that golden light had even come from in the first place...
Chapter 62