The saber is over three feet long, the blade as clear as winter water, with an edge that hums in the wind. A frosty white Grade-Entering Artifact Pattern adorns it.
This saber is straighter than those typically used by martial artists, and the slight adjustment in angle is quite refreshing to the eyes.
Within mere moments of the long saber being carried out from the dimly lit forging room, a touch of mystical blue glimmer flows on the blade, like rippling water. A few moments later, the glimmer subsides, converging back into the saber.
At this moment, even someone unfamiliar with weapons, even an ordinary person, can tell this is no ordinary blade, but a treasure saber sharp enough to cut through iron like mud.
"Young man, quickly let this old man take a look at your saber!"
"Why? It should be me who sees it first."
