C1393 Fei Lin

Ye Fei took the 'Flying Rain' and held it in his hand. Sure enough, it was as light as cotton. It was glittering with a cold light, and it was constantly emitting a cold and elegant radiance.

This was a blade that seemed to have a life of its own, a hundred times sharper than the one Ye Fei Fei used to train with, and also more agile than the "Snow Willow" that was abandoned at home