Sima You Yue was suspicious when she saw Mo Sha appear.
Ever since he had helped her successfully fuse the Spirit Pagoda, he rarely appeared.
"Mo Sha, what are you doing out here?"
Mo Sha didn't reply her. He merely stared straight at the sword hilt. He suddenly solidified his hand, attracting the sword hilt to his palm.
"Careful…"
Sima You Yue had not even finished speaking when she swallowed her words. That was because she realised that the sword was calm in Mo Sha's hand. The murderous qi from before was completely withdrawn.
Mo Sha looked at the sword hilt and his face revealed a tender smile, as if he was looking at a close friend from a long time ago.
"This sword hilt is yours?" Sima You Yue could not help but ask.
Mo Sha appeared not to reply her, merely touching the sword. His gentle touch left her quite moved.
"Could this be a spirit tool from his previous life?" Sima You Yue secretly mused.
