Looking at the mystical long sword, Chen Shouyi's hands were itching to try it. He glanced at the Shell Lady, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and cautiously began to test the sword.
He couldn't tell if it was an illusion, but as his will brushed over it repeatedly, the long sword, initially awkward, became increasingly comfortable, gradually feeling like a part of his body, merging seamlessly together.
A few minutes later, he stopped:
"From now on, I'll use this sword!" he thought to himself.
As for the Black Sword, he decided that he would give it to his sister once her strength grew a bit more.
The Black Sword wasn't light either, weighing at least ten kilograms, which is still on the heavier side for a Martial Artist.
He walked to the bathroom, took a never-used towel, wiped off non-existent dust from the blade, and then inserted it into the sword scabbard with great care and importance.
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