Lin Mu carefully ran his thumb along the hilt, feeling the balance of the blade.
This sword was not just well-made.
It was precise.
Every part of it had been crafted with intent.
The flow of energy within the blade was smooth, almost natural, as if the weapon itself was an extension of the wielder's will.
Lin Mu could already tell.
This sword had potential.
A lot of it.
After a moment, he shifted his attention to the twinbill.
Compared to the longsword, it felt… quieter.
There was no resonance from the Sword Cradle Divine Sheath.
Of course, that was expected.
It was not a sword.
Still, Lin Mu did not dismiss it.
He extended his immortal sense again, carefully scanning the weapon from top to bottom. The twinbill was undeniably a fine piece of craftsmanship. The metal composition was unique, the forging technique advanced, and the embedded runic structures were both efficient and stable.
But... There was no signature.
No 'Jing'.
