"Zhou Fan, is this what you're relying on? It's nothing special!"
The Second Elder flicked at a speck of nonexistent dust on his clothes, looking at Zhou Fan with arrogant disdain.
"You are indeed stronger than I imagined, but only by a little!" Zhou Fan slowly raised the Li Hen Sword. Forming a Sword Pointing sign with his left hand, he gently brushed it along the blade. A dazzling, pale-golden light instantly flashed!
As the pale-golden light flashed, Zhou Fan's Li Hen Sword began to radiate a faint aura of sorrow. Though subtle, this sorrowful presence immediately affected everyone watching, including Zhou Fan himself and the Second Elder who stood opposite him.
"Do you know the name of this sword?" Zhou Fan slowly raised his head. His eyes brimmed with a profound, heart-wrenching sorrow as he gazed at the Second Elder. Before the man could reply, he continued, "Its name is Li Hen!"
