"Sword Beak?" Li Qianxia reached for a bird's beak, "What's the use of it being so small?"
Yang Qinglan picked up another one, and the dark black beak in her hand grew and elongated like a sprouting seed. In a moment, it had grown about one meter long and transformed into a sword.
The blade was slender, deep black, except for a section illuminated by the sun that shone with a dazzling emerald light.
"Big, big, yours is so big!" Li Qianxia got excited, then puzzled, "Why doesn't mine work?"
"Why don't you let your brother try?" Yang Qinglan casually suggested, her eyes still admiring the Emerald Sword in her hand.
Not to mention its sharpness or sturdiness, just the jade-like luster alone was enough to make countless people obsessed and intoxicated. Her mere appreciation revealed her indifference—and her wealth.
"For my brother?" Li Qianxia glanced at the beak in her hand and then at Li Changzhou, and hesitantly handed over the Sword Beak to him.