"Clang!"
Chen Fei drew the Qianyuan Sword from its sheath, and the sword emitted a resounding clang as if celebrating its rebirth. A faint gleam extended from the hilt of the Qianyuan Sword all the way to its tip.
With his right hand holding the sword and his left hand lightly caressing the blade, Chen Fei sensed the subtle spiritual essence of the Qianyuan Sword.
Compared to its overflowing nascent spirituality before taking shape, the current Qianyuan Sword had undoubtedly become much purer. The previous spirituality it possessed was inherent to the forging materials, chaotic and unorganized.
Now, the spirituality of the Qianyuan Sword remained consistent. Although it had become weaker, the feeling it gave off was surprisingly much stronger.
Sturdy! This was the most important characteristic of the Qianyuan Sword. As battles grew more intense, the lack of sturdiness could easily lead to damage.
