"What's that?"

Sean asked curiously.

"What are you referring to..."

Lillian did not realize what Sean was saying. She only realized it when she followed his gaze and saw the small object on the counter.

"Oh, Mr. Lennon, you meant that. My father found it at an antique market in another city when he was there on a business trip. It was said to be an antique, but it was only a fragment."

With that said, Lillian got up, walked over, and held the small object in front of Sean.

Sean took it with both hands and looked at it carefully.

It was a small sword.

It was called a small sword because it was really small. The hilt was only five centimeters long, and the broken blade was only about ten centimeters long. It was indeed exquisite.

It was a broken sword at the same time.

The sword was in poor condition—the hilt broken and the blade incomplete. However, you could vaguely tell its original appearance from the broken sword.

This ancient bronze sword was small but heavy.

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