"Of course, you can, but it's quite heavy, so be careful."
Ji Tianqi said this as he reached out and handed the great sword to a group of motorcyclists.
This scene shocked Yu Zhilang immensely.
"He can't talk with us, can he?"
"No, he can, he just talked with the clerk." Jiang Congshu reminded him with a smile, "It's just when he doesn't want to talk, he can't hear, and he can't see."
"..."
During this conversation, the others also came to understand something.
Ji Tianqi wasn't purely a swordsman in the traditional sense; he was a modern man who obviously wouldn't fool around with the idea that his life was tied to his sword.
"Damn, it really is heavy."
One of the motorcyclists who took the great sword never expected that such a large sword wasn't just for show but was made of real, substantial material.
A weight of over a hundred pounds, in ancient times, could only be managed by the most exceptional warriors with great difficulty.