He reached out and grasped it.
It was icy to the touch, as if holding a shard of ice, and felt light as nothing.
He tried a few swings, and immediately a fierce cold wind arose, making frost appear on the walls of this quiet chamber.
Song Changming sheathed the saber, frowned, and looked.
Honestly, it didn't quite suit him.
He was used to heavy sabers and hefty weapons in the past, so this cold saber, light as nothing, was somewhat unfamiliar to him.
But no matter what, this was the only Spirit Saber he could use at the moment.
After all, the Zhao Family Ancestor was an Elder Grandmaster focused on Sword Dao, so there were not many saber weapons among his collections.
In the future, if he were to face off against a Great Demon or Grandmaster powerhouses, the importance of the Spirit Saber would become infinitely apparent, and he could only adapt to this saber.
Fortunately, this wasn't hard for him.
