"Why does it feel like something has been drawn out from my body?"
Ye Qinghong frowned.
With the Lucid Sword Heart within her, she had exceptional control over herself.
The fleeting feeling of emptiness, though brief, was still detected by her.
Just as she was puzzled, a wind suddenly started gusting in front of the Demon Lord's tower.
Under the public gaze, Fang Yang in his fluttering black robe, stretched out his hand to reach forward.
"Lend me your sword!"
A cold shout rang out.
Whoosh!
The Cyan Shadow Sword on Ye Qinghong's back unsheathed itself mysteriously and turned into a beam of light, flying straight into Fang Yang's hand.
Ye Qinghong was naturally a sword spirit!
Her sword, having been nurtured for so long, had already developed its own consciousness, and now it was grasped by a strange man.
Feeling sullied, it immediately began to vibrate intensely, struggling to break free from Fang Yang's control.
But in the end...
"Behave yourself!"
