Alex scanned his gaze for a long time. Finally locking onto a broken sword.
This sword was entirely a deep purple color, its hilt inlaid with a dark red gemstone.
The craftsmanship and quality were exceptionally outstanding, reaching Lower-Grade Supreme-tier.
But unfortunately, this peerless sword had already snapped in two right down the middle, reduced to a scrap blade.
A look of interest appeared on Alex's face. He took out the sword-wiping cloth and reached out to wipe the edge of the blade.
The moment the cloth made contact, a highly realistic illusion instantly surfaced before his eyes. Making him feel as if he was personally standing right in the middle of it.
Before him stood a black-robed man wearing a bamboo hat, his face covered by a black veil.
In his hand was exactly this purple sword, except perfectly intact and undamaged.
In front of the man was a sizable village.
