Broken wine-drinking saber?0

Ling Ruoyu crouched cautiously, studying the massive broad saber lying before the gravestone.0

It rested there in silence, still carrying the scent of wine. Somehow, though it was just a weapon, she could not shake the strange image rising unbidden in her mind—a girl slumped across the blade, eyes dazed in little circles, mumbling incoherently like she was tipsy.0

Could this really be… a saber capable of getting drunk? That eerie, almost whimsical sentience—If the elder just now truly was Han Wubing, then… Could this be the real Dragon Bird?0

Ling Ruoyu’s heart beat faster. She reached out with both hands, as if she were a pilgrim kneeling in front of her saint, and tried to lift the weapon.0

It did not budge.0

So heavy! Is this really meant to be wielded with just one hand?0

The original Dragon Bird had weighed dozens of jin, allegedly. But who knew how much heavier it had become after Zhao Changhe reforged it? Perhaps the unit “jin” no longer applied—it likely needed to be measured in jun[ref]1 jun...1