Kapitel 64: White Tiger Scroll

A semi-spiritual artifact was not too valuable, but it was still a treasure in an ordinary sect.

The sword didn't need to be too good. In any case, it was just a reward for the gathering.

Zhao Pu left, and Han Muye returned to the Sword Pavilion to tell Huang Six about this.

"Isn't that easy?" Huang Six grinned and opened the record.

"Sword Three Eight Five Four, Illusion Light."

Han Muye followed the label on the wooden shelf and found the location of the sword.

On the wooden shelf, there was no need to look. A sword that was shining with golden light and flowing with light was already in sight.

This sword was stunning.

Han Muye reached for the hilt. After a moment, a strange expression flashed across his face, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Huang Six had not been a sword caretaker for nothing all these years. The sword he chose was really suitable as a reward for the gathering.