Being in this place made Zi Yin and the others feel as if they were in a dream.
Amidst the clear ringing sound, the illusory light gradually dissipated. An ancient and simple sword hilt that exuded a vast and ancient aura stood before everyone's eyes. The sword's body was deeply embedded in the earth, leaving only the sword hilt trembling slightly.
"Martial uncle Ling, let us take a look." Ye Xiaoqi said impatiently.
The others were also looking forward to it, but they didn't say it out loud.
"Alright," he said. Ling Chuxi was also looking forward to it. She stepped forward to grab the sword hilt and lifted it up.
"Clang ..." With a Dragon's Roar, the Luo Chen sword, which had been refined once again, appeared in front of everyone.
Silence, a deathly silence. There were no cheers or exclamations, only dead silence.
All the anticipation and excitement were frozen on their faces.
Ling Chuxi's eyes were also wide open.
