Su Xing'er was taken aback by the words, and then her face was full of excitement, her eyes even glistening with tears, as she almost tremblingly received the Silver Sparrow Saber.
The blade was heavy, weighing about 400,000 to 500,000 jin, approximately 4 to 5 long, just right for her stage, clearly forged specifically for her; the blade's patterns were countless, but the luster indicated it was Ten Thousand Forging Level; for such a weight, undoubtedly it was forged with pure silver, and crucially, there was a layer of black substance on the blade surface, Su Xing'er pressed her finger onto the blade, and a sharp pain immediately surged into her mind.
"Master... the Lord still remembers Xing'er, still remembers Xing'er..."
Su Xing'er was so overwhelmed with emotion that she forgot she was in front of strangers, clinging to the long saber, sobbing uncontrollably.
