"Young Brother Ji."
"This is for you."
Just as Ji Xiu's heart stirred.
Wei Zhi suddenly rose to her feet. She took a Fine Embroidery Saber that had been tucked under her dress and placed it gently beside him.
The saber was as thin as a cicada's wing and about a forearm's length. It resembled both a saber and a sword. There seemed to be some characters engraved on the hilt, and from the patterns on the scabbard alone, one could tell it was considerably valuable.
Her eyes shimmered, the tips of her brows slightly upturned, making her look both playful and valiant. She said in a low voice,
"This saber... I had a Grand Craftsman forge it, modeled after the weapons of the masters from the Northern Garrison Command. It surpasses ordinary iron."
"It's as thin as a cicada's wing, yet it can channel Force and slice through iron as if it were mud. It won't even shatter when striking an Iron Bone. It can already be considered an Eighth-Grade Mortal Weapon."
