C20 Holy sword of nine serenities

The night was very quiet.

Long Yang sat alone with a weapon in his hand, it was a treasured sword obtained from the ancient tomb, it was a red sword, it looked extremely sharp.

However, he had a nagging feeling that this sword was at most a top grade spirit weapon. It couldn't be considered to be particularly precious.

He always felt that the treasured sword lacked a bit of spiritual energy