As a sword cultivator, Jiang Qingyu could tell at a glance that her Second Senior Brother's sword was extraordinary. "What's its name?"
Seeming to protest her calling it a fierce sword, the blade that had just stopped humming began to tremble again.
"Powang," Yayin patted the hilt, and the sword immediately stopped trembling, shrinking obediently into its scabbard to play dead.
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