Her eyes did not fall on him, but her pressure was like a mountain that was about to crush him, firmly holding him down.
Death Qi and killing intent enveloped his heart, causing his expression to change. He tried his best to regain control of the dagger.
Song Qing's little fingers squeezed slightly, and the young man couldn't help but let go.
The moment the dagger fell, his hand was still in the motion of swinging.
She held the dagger in her hand, and as she turned the handle, the blade glowed.
"It's indeed a good saber." Song Qing complimented and casually raised his arm to lift the bottom of the dagger.
On the bottom of the sword, there was a striking red leaf mark, which was exactly the same as the replica she had in her hand.
However, just as su Wu had said, although the mysterious dagger in her hand had the same appearance and even the same imprint, it was ultimately just a temporary replica made by the trial space and lacked the soul of the real thing.
