Ju Feng saw a bronze coloured sword floating in front of him. His own soul weapon. His heart beat faster as he kept on looking at the weapon. This was the moment he was expected to take the weapon. He could only hope nothing would go wrong. Ju Feng moved closer and grabbed the weapon with his extended hand.
Instantly, his mind went blank. It took him several minutes to regain consciousness. He fell on his as his breath came in shallow takes. He looked at the bronze sword and smiled happily. It was a generic sword, but it was his. He would take it anyday. He would keep it until he opened his soul space, probably. If he was alive by then. He sighed and put the sword in his spatial sac.
