Continuous Good Luck

A sword?

Yes, it was indeed a sword.

It was a gray, withered, and blunt wooden sword the size of a grown man's middle finger!

It is very small, but is it really not a child's toy?

Although he was puzzled, Su Jingxing's countenance remained unchanged.

"Cough…"

Zhang Shanfu was a little embarrassed as well. He said in a low voice, "Um, Little Su, it may seem unremarkable, but this thing is very strange. It can't be broken with a knife, fire won't break it, water won't wet it, and soil cannot bury it. It has been more than 50 years since my grandfather obtained it. It has never changed, and it still looks the same as before!"

"Is that so?"

Su Jingxing was interested now. "How did Great Grandpa Zhang get this then?"

"Fished it from the water," Zhang Shanfu's father replied.

"Fished… from the water?"