Zheng Ping was stunned. Staring at his hand, he was unable to return to his senses for a long time.
"What's the matter with you? You can't even hold a sword properly?" When Yu Jia thought about how the Divine Sword had returned to the young man's hands, she was immediately anxious. She had no idea before, but now, she thought that the Divine Sword was brought back, the status of her and her family would rise to a higher level.
Thinking about it this way, she felt that her future was much more important than this man.
"I can't hold it. It's a Divine Sword." Zheng Ping felt as though his hand was still numb. The cold sensation he felt the moment he touched the Divine Sword was still spreading.
Yu Jia glared at him angrily and said, "You're so useless. I'll do it myself." After saying that, she followed him closely.
