Jian Ling'er saw what the young Luo Xuan was carving, and it was clearly a wooden sword.
"Hmm."
The young Luo Xuan responded with a sound.
A finely crafted wooden sword was about to take shape in his hands.
Jian Ling'er was a bit confused.
"Why are you carving a wooden sword? Do you intend to use it as a personal weapon?"
The young Luo Xuan said nothing and just nodded lightly.
Now, Jian Ling'er was even more perplexed.
"Why use a wooden sword as a personal weapon? Even an ordinary metal sword would be sharper than a wooden sword, wouldn't it?"
The young Luo Xuan thought for a moment.
"Perhaps it's precisely because a wooden sword isn't that sharp.
A sword is just a sword, be it a copper sword, iron sword, or wooden sword, there's no real difference."
"Huh?"
Jian Ling'er was utterly baffled.
She glanced at the young Luo Xuan, then at the wooden sword that was taking shape, and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Hehe, Wood with a wooden sword—it really is a fitting match~
