Hum!
Suddenly, an overwhelming aura erupted in the great hall. The constant humming filled the air, startling everyone and causing exclamations of shock.
Everyone looked at the long sword emitting mighty waves of qi, all backing away in disbelief.
Obviously, this was not an ordinary holy weapon!
Yang Zhen, his eyes wide and mouth agape, cursed, "Does that damn thing have its consciousness or what? Is it... is it defying me?"
"You're right!" Teased the rooster with an arrogant expression, disdainfully looking at Yang Zhen along with the cat.
Yang Zhen swatted it away, retorting, "You should just keep breaking your words into two syllables."
Hua Youyue took a deep breath, addressing Yang Zhen, "Let me try."
Yang Zhen hesitated slightly, stepping aside and advising, "Be careful, missy. If anything feels wrong, scream out loud, and I'll protect you."
