C1117 Moving It

"Yes?"

The moment he touched the scabbard, Ling Jian's face changed. The hand that was reaching for the scabbard was pulled back as if it had been shocked by electricity.

Ling Jian's eyes hurriedly looked at his palm. His palm, which had been unharmed, had become a bit stiff at this moment. Cold icicles appeared on his palm. It looked extremely horrible