"Junior Brother, you repaired it." Zhao Mingyue was shocked and exclaimed loudly as she held the sword in her hands. She was just come to take back the sword from Feng Yun. She wanted to give this sword to the weapon hall master to repair it.
When Feng Yun said that he repaired the sword, she thought he was kidding. But soon she socked to the core when Feng Yun showed the repaired sword to her. It didn't look like a rusty sword anymore, but rather looked like a newly formed sword.
Taking the sword in her hand, she immediately channeled her spirit qi into the sword, instantly two spirit patterns started glowing.
"How did you do it? It's a heaven-ranked weapon." Zhao Mingyue looked at Feng Yun with a dazed look and said.
"Well, the spirit patterns on the sword were not completely damaged, I just repaired them. It was a little difficult though." Feng Yun said.
