In the Peach Blossom Pavilion.
Under the peach blossom tree.
"Go!"
Fang Xi pointed at the Green Barley Sword, and immediately it transformed into a streak of flowing light, wandering throughout the garden.
Wherever the sword qi passed, peach blossoms filled the air, as if a shower of flowers had descended.
The big green fish buried its head deep in the mud, fearing that its impulsive master might grab it for a sword test!
Indeed!
The Green Barley Sword!
This was the name Ruan Xingling had given to this middle-grade spiritual instrument.
'It seems... Xingling is somewhat displeased with me passing the Green Barley Sword to Wei Yixi...'
Fang Xi formed a magic spell with his fingers and withdrew the sword light, appearing somewhat helpless.
However, since he had promised the other party, he had to acknowledge it, and thus the sword became the third generation Green Barley Sword!
"In that case... that's good!"
