The guards around Linghe all stood solemnly. When Zhou Qi took big strides forward with the sword in his hands dragging along the ground, there was an ear piercing sound produced and a deep mark left on the ground.
"Chief, that fellow's sword has some background," a guard standing beside Linghe whispered.
Linghe slightly nodded and held onto the handle of his sword with a solemn expression.
Being a swordsman also, they were all clear about the importance of a sword to a swordsman. The sword in Linghe's hands were crafted from dark iron. It was extremely hard and a considerably good material. But before entering the city, his sword was already cracked from protecting Ji Fengyan in a battle previously.
The sword in Zhou Qi's hands was especially sharp. Even in the situation that Linghe's sword was undamaged, it still cannot be compared to Zhou Qi's sword.
