The Kun also looked at him.
'Kun says it doesn't eat that.'
Who was going to feed you!
"Hiss—huff—" Breathing deeply to calm his excited heart at this moment, Li Fan rubbed off the clay to reveal the color inside. It was a dim, pinkish metal color, and upon closer inspection, you could indeed see a special pattern on the surface of the metal ball.
'Sword imprint,' unmistaken, it was indeed a sword pellet.
So, Li Fan followed the somewhat foolish method that everyone knew and that Xuantian had taught, which involved using his left sword finger to slice open a cut on his right palm and letting the blood drip onto the sword pellet by making a fist.
Blood recognition.
If the magic weapon was fated for you, then a single drop would activate it. If not, you could bleed profusely to bathe it, and the magic weapon still wouldn't give a damn about you. That, plain and simple, is metaphysics.
