The Cloud Dragon carried Han Muye and brought a rumbling astral wind into the void.
Its speed was not much slower than Han Muye's own speed.
"Young Master, you can try to control the Cloud Dragon Sword."
Daoist Dayan's voice could be heard.
This sword spirit was interesting.
Previously, Daoist Dayan did not like Han Muye at all and looked down on him.
His attitude changed when Han Muye took the Cloud Dragon Sword.
In the face of the Cloud Dragon Sword, he was still a senior.
The Cloud Dragon Sword did not have a temper and gave itself the name Zhao Yunlong.
Hearing Daoist Dayan's words, Han Muye nodded and the sword Qi under his feet surged into the Cloud Dragon.
"Boom—"
Dragon scales appeared on the dragon whose cloud qi was diffuse.
The Cloud Dragon roared, seemingly feeling endless joy.
Feeling elated over this bit of sword Qi? Han Muye thought.
