บท 495: The Spiritual Sword

When people saw the treasure, they were struck dumb.

Su Mo was also startled.

"Brother Su Mo, have they made a mistake?" Hong Qingxuan said.

Su Mo shook his head and said, "I don't know!".

A sword lay quietly on the tray. It was a silver-white, simple, lusterless long-sword.

It looked extremely ordinary and it didn't have an aura or suffusing power. It was, obviously, a common long-sword.

To make it even less appealing, it was broken. The the hilt was lost. The sword body was only 0.45 meters long.

After a few seconds of silence, the entire Auction Room went into an uproar.

"What the fu*k? How can it be a broken sword?"

"It's just an ordinary broken sword. There's no sharpness or power at all!"

"Is it a mistake?"

"Lady Ming Yu, how can you, the Treasure Pavilion, make fun of us with such a piece of trash?"

"Yeah! And you call this an antique? It's now a wasted piece of iron I guess!"