Sword.
To Wang Che, that was the most familiar thing.
In his previous life, Wang Che had used countless swords.
Wang Che had used swords of all levels, be it as low as mortal iron without any intelligence, or as high as Dao treasures with sword spirits.
He was already experienced in sword control.
Wang Che could sense any sword, be it ordinary iron or Dao treasure.
The Magnetic Sword was a soul pet, but it was also a sword.
In Wang Che's experience, this was nothing special.
In fact, from Wang Che's point of view, putting aside the so-called potential of the race, this was a sword that innately had a sword spirit and could be upgraded.
Its future achievements were limitless.
No matter what grade it was, as long as it was in Wang Che's hands, it was limitless.
At this moment, from the moment he looked at it, countless shadows seemed to appear in Wang Che's eyes.
