"Forget it, forget it. Saving a person's life is greater than building a seven-level pagoda. I'll just help him," the sword spirit finally said decidedly. Despite feeling the worry and unwillingness in Ling Chuxi's heart, Cang Yuan still made such a decision.
"Thank you…" Ling Chuxi said softly in her mind. "If I could help you in any way then that would be good."
"That's right. Hearing you say this, I have thought about something," the sword spirit said, seemingly having something come to mind.
"What is it?" Ling Chuxi asked.
"If I could borrow some of your strength, then this matter would be much easier and the damage it does to me would also be much less," the sword spirit said. In other words, the duration of the deep sleep it would fall into would be shorter.
