"Snake Head Sword?"
Su Mo was taken aback, somewhat puzzled.
Yang Yizhi casually picked up a twig and drew the shape of a sword on the ground.
But the pommel was not of the usual form.
Instead, it had a sinister-looking snake head, winding its way out.
Despite Yang Yizhi's evidently limited experience with painting and calligraphy, there was some genuine intent in his drawing.
Which made the snake head appear extremely vicious.
Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun both looked at it and felt it was very unfamiliar to them.
They instinctively looked up at Yang Yizhi, who shook his head gently:
"I have very limited knowledge of this. When your grandfather had his incident, your father certainly wouldn't have ignored it.
"However, we couldn't discern much from beginning to end in this matter.
"Their escort task was very normal; although they experienced some turbulence on the road, they managed to deliver it on time.
