On the other side, Li Xuan and the others returned to the living room and gathered together to look at the saber.
The saber looked simple and unadorned, but there was a faint red light flashing.
Looking at the red light, even the silly Qin Yue realized that this saber was extraordinary. She could not help but turn her small head and look at Li Xuan on her shoulder.
"Brother Li Xuan, this knife is extraordinary. I hold it with a very special sense of belonging, as if it belonged to me in the first place."
"Oh? Xiaomei, pick it up and take a look." Li Xuan looked at Song Xiaomei.
"Okay."
Song Xiaomei raised her slender snow-white hand and opened her fingers to hold the saber with red light. However, when she held it, the red light was extinguished.
"Eh? I don't feel anything. The red light is extinguished?!" Song Xiaomei looked at the saber in confusion.
"Let me try."