"Why did it kill the Flood Dragon?"
Wang Meng was utterly fascinated, picturing in his mind the great Heaven-Unveiling Giant Sword descending from the sky and slaying the Flood Dragon in a single blow. His heart couldn't help but race.
"The Sword Spirit!"
Shibao could hardly contain his excitement: "The Youhuang Divine Sword, like the stele, bred a Sword Spirit."
"A divine sword with a spirit, no wonder it is so powerful."
Mo Canglan, unusually intrigued by swords, was also taken by the awe and couldn't help but exclaim loudly.
"Shibao,"
Lin Qingluo's sparkling dark eyes flowed with mischief," what is your relationship with the Youhuang Sword Spirit? Is it possible... to summon it?"
"I... can't."
Shibao shook his head in disappointment, then there was a glint in his watery eyes, and he looked at Lin Qingluo rapturously, "Master, you might be able to."
"How do we summon it?"
Lin Qingluo's breath hitched, and her heart skipped a beat.
"Master is the Chosen One."
