Lin Chen felt a stir in his heart after hearing this and looked at the broken blade.
"Uncle Wang, do you mean... this sword is the Martial Spirit Relic?"
The broken blade was less than two feet long, with an antiquated hilt wrapped in hemp rope. The blade's material was unknown, and it bore bloodstains resembling rust.
Wang Lishan gently stroked the blade, and the broken blade emitted a soft hum.
He then said:
"That's right, this blade... is the Martial Spirit Relic I promised to give you!"
Lin Chen took the broken blade, yet no matter how he looked at it, he felt it was made of ordinary refined iron, not even qualifying as an exotic metal weapon.
Seeing the doubt in his eyes, Wang Lishan explained:
"This blade is indeed made of ordinary refined iron... but its power lies not in the blade itself, but in the Blade Spirit!"
"Or rather... the soul of this blade is the true Martial Spirit Relic!"
