C50 Black Iron City

At night, a gentle breeze blew, and a bright moon hung from the treetops, emitting a soft and bright white light that dyed the ground in a silvery color.

While riding the horse, Ye Qian was observing the longblade in his hand. The affection in his eyes made him speechless.

This long blade was taken from the hands of that bandit. It was more than a foot long compared to an ordinary steel blade