C17 Tianyang Chunxue

"Eh, what's going on?" Ying Xue asked in surprise. 'Could it be that this sword really has intelligence?!' Although the sword had been held in place for many years, there was no trace of rust on the blade, and it was still dazzling. The most amazing thing was that the blade was like a flowing water, but also like a layer of faint mist, giving off a hazy feeling