After a short while, the Dragon Girl, known as Long Dao, who was waiting in the side hall, suddenly saw Wang Zhifan return, carrying four slender and exquisite weapons in his hands, which immediately caught her attention.
Wang Zhifan held two sharp blades in each hand, with each blade reflecting a different kind of brilliance, presenting extraordinary hues of blue, red, purple, and green. At a glance, they were clearly very high-grade sword-type weapons.
However, the appearance and style of these long swords were very different from anything Long Dao had seen before. Their blades were noticeably narrower, with a slender, special elegance, and the guard was designed like the shape of petals, looking elegant and unique, as if they were not products of the Calamity Realm.
"Daoist, these are..."
For a moment, looking at the four somewhat strangely styled yet very elegant long swords Wang Zhifan brought, a look of surprise and confusion appeared on Long Dao's beautiful face.
