In addition to the protective Qilin beneath her and the black armor that was obviously made from Qilin scales, Ling Chuxi could easily guess that this primordial spirit was many times stronger than the primordial spirit of other cultivators of the same level.
Ling Chuxi was even a little worried that if her primordial spirit was strong enough, it would take her place.
However, she soon found that her worries were unnecessary. With just a slight thought, her primordial spirit put away the long sword and stretched lazily with a relaxed and comfortable expression.
That feeling was so real, so clear, as if it was a part of his body, and there was no distinction between them. And the nine provinces sword pointing just now was only her instinct.
