Saint Selvan, Meng En's small villa.
Late at night, Meng En sat on the bed and gently waved the holy sword in his hand.
A golden light streaked across the sky.
With a gentle breeze, Meng En looked at the increasingly beautiful Elendil, and his heart grew fonder.
"Isn't this much better than Ace's Holy Sword?"
Meng En gently stroked Elendil, and his heart was filled with joy.
When he first learned that the reward was a holy sword, he was a little disappointed.
He even thought that if it was a holy sword of Ace's level, it would be better to use it as a toy for Elma.
In the end, this holy sword was a big surprise to him.
He carefully examined the inscriptions on the sword.
He suddenly had an idea, a gut feeling, that if he injected his holy power into the sword, something would happen.
Meng En pondered for a moment and chose to follow his intuition.
