Song Qing held the dagger in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. The appearance of the dagger didn't change much except for the missing red leaf. However, it was slightly heavier and cold and comfortable to the touch.
There seemed to be a slight change in the grip, as if it was more fitting to the shape of her palm, making it easier for her to grasp.
In order to prove that her feeling was correct, she released her fingers and pressed them on the handle one by one. Once her fingers grasped the handle, they fit perfectly, as if they were tailor-made for her.
She grabbed the dagger and casually waved it twice. With a 'swish' sound, the dagger left several long black afterimages, like the long tail of a Phoenix. A layer of frost formed on the floor where the force swept!
Song qingxiao retracted her hand and spread out her palm. With a twist of her fingertips, the dagger spun in her palm, bringing with it a black whirlwind.
