Xiao Ming furrowed his brows and nodded to himself thoughtfully, his mind racing with the implications of his current situation.
To any outsider, the events that had transpired would seem nothing short of unbelievable. The Tiger Heart Sword, a relic of his past, had been devoured and erased from the surface of the world.
Yet, in its place stood Master Huan, an Immortal Sword Spirit of unparalleled power and prestige. The loss of the Tiger Heart Sword, though significant, paled in comparison to the gain of such a divine weapon.
In that moment, Xiao Ming couldn't help but marvel at his own terrifying luck.
To possess an Immortal Sword was a dream beyond the reach of even the most powerful cultivators, and yet here he was, a mere mortal, holding such a treasure in his hands.
