Is it too late?
When Yang Zhen said this, the smile on his face was as inscrutable as that of an old man who had lived for tens of thousands of years.
"The vast and profound cultural heritage of my Azure Planet, how could you possibly understand it?"
"Little broken sword, take form!"
Yang Zhen winked at the sword spirit, his face full of teasing.
What?
Upon hearing Yang Zhen's words, Luo Shanyang almost spat out a mouthful of old blood in astonishment.
You're taking form too?
A mere sword spirit, which has already taken the form of the Willow Heart Sword, how can it take form again?
Luo Shanyang was about to scoff when the corner of his eye suddenly twitched uncontrollably.
The sword spirit that had just coalesced into the Willow Heart Sword suddenly twisted and morphed into the shape of the Great Missing Sword!
"This is impossible!"
