C897 Fire Feather Flower

Qingwu stood motionless, as if in a daze. Feng Qingchen placed the sword in his hand. "I can't use this thing, and it's not right for me. When I saw it, I thought it might be the perfect weapon for you. The sword your family prepared is decent, but it can't compare to this. I may not have much experience, but trust me, this is no ordinary sword."

Qingwu shook his head