Chu Mo wore an expression that said 'you're crazy', but Hua Xiaoya was undeterred. She directly cut her finger, dripping a few drops of blood onto the rusty iron sword.
Everyone... was nervously watching.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
After anxiously waiting for more than a dozen breaths, the iron sword... showed no response!
"It failed!" Hua Xiaoya grumbled with a displeased look on her face, her intelligent eyes still rolling around as she muttered: "Could it be that there wasn't enough blood? Or maybe the blood from my fingers isn't pure enough?"
"..." Chu Mo and others were all dumbfounded, thinking that she was a bit too persistent?
"This is driving me crazy!" Hua Xiaoya murmured, hitting the hilt of the battered iron sword vehemently in frustration.
Meanwhile, in the distance, Zhou Jun thought to himself, it can't be that all good things would fall into their laps, right?
Just then, something unexpected occurred!
