Outside the cave, several corpses had already been thrown into the hole.
Duan Yun's hands now held not only a stack of human skin masks but also a green saber.
The blade was as clean as jade and shaped like a crescent moon, clearly a fine saber.
Upon seeing this saber, Murong couldn't take his eyes off it.
"Could this be the Green Moon Saber from the Su Family?" Murong couldn't help but ask.
Duan Yun replied, "I don't know, that woman hid it deep. I searched for a while before finding it."
He then noticed the eager look in Murong's eyes and said, "Brother, I think the color of this saber suits you well, I'll give it to you."
Murong had previously gifted him a saber as well, and Duan Yun, not being a petty man, tossed the Green Moon Saber into Murong's hands.
Murong looked at the Green Moon Saber, its green blade reflecting his face under the morning sun, both gleaming slightly green.
