This conversation left the Colorful Light Mist somewhat confused. Although its spiritual intelligence was higher among all the other sword artifacts, it still found it difficult to understand what Owen Bertram had just said.
"At most, you can sense the spirits, which is why you know I was framed."
The Colorful Light Mist returned to its normal state and displayed another line of red text: I knew it, believe it or not. If you're not sincere in cooperating, leave immediately, or I'll bury you all here. Your spirits will be the nourishment for my promotion.
Owen Bertram chuckled, "Enough, let's not dwell on these trivial details. Just remember the rules I just set."
