The Death God's beckoning

The water tides drifted like a gust of wind around a single sword.

The sword circled rapidly around Gu Qing Shan several times before it stopped in front of him and hovered motionlessly.

------it seemed to be cautiously evaluating something.

Gu Qing Shan asked with surprise: "Ah? Did you get thinner?"

The sword froze.

Gu Qing Shan reached his hand out to gently stroke the sword.

The shaft of the sword was thin with a dim color, constantly radiating a sharp sense of 'will'.

The hilt of the sword had the words [Chao Yin] engraved onto it in an ancient language, which emanated a faint sense of ferocity.

Gu Qing Shan grasped the sword tightly and casually swung it.