The martial cultivators within the tea house who had some slight ability were at most able to sense that it was a Grade Three Spiritual Weapon.
Those Xiantian masters all instantly stood up, attracted by that sharp intent, each of them looking towards Zong Shou's suite in astonishment. Their eyes slowly heated up, their expressions filled with disbelief.
"It is sword intent! It's actually sword intent!"
Zong Ling was totally dumbfounded, looking over at a loss, not knowing how he should react.
Although he hadn't reached the Xiantian Realm, he had received many teachings back at home. He knew that the sword wasn't ordinary, and he could barely sense the martial arts intent on that short sword.
"So it was a sword within a sword!" Zong Shou smiled uncontrollably, taking a closer look at it. He thought to himself, No wonder this item felt so strange.