As the Emperor's grandson, Qin Tong's status in the Daqin Immortal Country was top-notch, and his talent and strength also placed him among the heaven's pride. Yet, at this moment, such a genius furrowed his brows, with a hint of confusion.
"Is a half-step treasure sword tool that strong?"
"Even my Chaos-cleaving Sword only has a slight advantage, and it's a genuine spiritual treasure."
Qin Tong murmured, a golden long sword hovering beside him, constantly vibrating, conveying its dissatisfaction. Qin Tong could only comfort it repeatedly.
"Alright, alright, not just a slight advantage, but completely suppressing that sword."
After some comforting, the spirited Chaos-cleaving Sword transmitted a sense of doubt. Being a spiritual treasure, its wisdom was already like that of a child, able to discern true or false.
"You're saying that although that sword isn't strong, it's a bit strange, making you feel uneasy and unable to let loose?"
