The sixteen black-armored soldiers placed the heavy object on the ground, creating a rumbling sound.
Lu Yongsheng stepped forward and removed the red cloth, revealing a breathtaking aura that filled the air.
Lu Yun's eyebrows slightly raised, his gaze instantly fixated.
It was a snow-white, shining saber with a captivating, icy aura swirling around it. A single glance would make one lose their focus. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, incredibly sharp, and seemed capable of cutting through anything in the world.
The blade was three feet and eight inches long, with a slight curve, giving it a powerful aesthetic. The hilt was engraved with an ice dragon pattern, as if a flood dragon was carved onto it, making the entire saber look extraordinary.
"I heard your saber was damaged in battle, so I'm giving you a new one," Lu Yongsheng said.
With a wave of his sleeve, the heavy saber, weighing thousands of pounds, was lifted by a force.