Sword casting complete!
A strong surge of joy spontaneously welled up in Wang Chen's heart.
The freshly forged Flying Sword in his hand seemed to sense his mood, vibrating with a tremor that emitted the sound of a dragon's roar!
This third-tier Flying Sword was of the standard size of three feet three inches, with a hilt but no guard, sporting a seamless and fluid design. The body of the sword was like a pool of autumn water, with an elegant charm and a hidden sharp edge.
As Wang Chen infused his mana, countless True Seal talismanic scripts faintly appeared on its surface. Sword light flickered as though it wanted to soar into the sky, exuding a powerful aura.
But the space in the quiet chamber was too small, offering no room for the Flying Sword to demonstrate its capabilities, so Wang Chen had to suppress its eagerness and ran his hand over the blade.
His skin was sliced silently and effortlessly, and his crimson blood smeared over it.
