"I'm not here for that, I'm just looking for a few swords that suit me."

Gao Bancheng was taken aback. "The technology of the old era was very advanced, mostly using firearms. You're looking for swords in the shelter, I'm afraid..."

Xiao Yi shook his head slightly and smiled, "That's not entirely true. I've heard of a mythical sword from the old era, its edge like lightning, without substance or blade, melting anything it touches like snow in boiling water. Its light can melt armor!"

"Is there such a mythical sword?" Gao Bancheng pondered for a long time, unable to think of any sword that fit the description.