At the level of consciousness.
"Why did you ask a human to help you?" A charming voice sounded. It was like a dream, neither real nor fake.
In the mysterious space of consciousness, the three broken parts of the peachwood sword were slowly merging.
When they merged, the three consciousnesses would also merge.
The consciousness of the broken blade was silent for a long time before saying, "Probably, just like how he randomly chose me from the peach tree and carved me into a wooden sword back then?"
"..."
"I get it. You randomly chose him, huh?"
