Lin Qingluo gently waved her right hand and lightly tapped on the young boy's chest.
A soft spiritual power flowed from her fingertip into the boy's heart, transforming into countless threads that enveloped the Sword Spirit layer by layer.
The threads wrapped around the Sword Spirit, led by her thoughts, traveled along the Eight Extra-Meridians, and came to the boy's right hand.
Lin Qingluo took out a golden needle, pierced the boy's finger, and a flash of golden light appeared, revealing a tiny spirit only the size of a thumb with its eyes closed.
Jinghong!
Lin Qingluo felt pain as if her heart was tearing apart, her eyes brimming with tears. Without thinking too much, she wrapped the Sword Spirit with gentle spiritual power and hid it in her sleeve.
"Wa, wa."
A weak cry sounded in her ears. Perhaps the sting of the fingertip had disturbed the gasping young boy.
He closed his eyes, sobbing softly. His frail voice made those who heard it feel a deep heartache.
