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Just as the Longsword Longing fell into Jiang Wang's hands, it was as if a divine painter had placed the final, enlightening touch—the True Dragon left its axis.
Jiang Wang felt that his hand had always longed for this sword.
He also felt that this sword had always longed for his hand.
In the moment he grasped the sword, he felt his sword technique was complete. In that instant, he knew what that one strike he had made in the Heavenly Abode Secret Land was.
Because that strike had already taken shape in his heart.
All weariness was swept away in an instant.
If it weren't for the sword furnace being present, he would have nearly raised his sword and howled with desire, wishing to dance with it right there and then.
It wasn't until he held Longing that his spirit, energy, and mind unified as one, truly forging the sword.
Hum~
Clang!
The sword sang on its own.
The sound of Longing seemed like some sort of proclamation.
