Yuezheng Yan raised his hand to receive the sword, but after a few moments, his palm remained empty.
He glanced into the Kagawa Mizuki, and indeed one of the Immortal Swords that Lu Xingyan had given him had been summoned.
Before he could examine the strangeness of this incident, a gust of wind howled from the sky.
The sharp sword cut through the sky, falling straight in front of Yuezheng Yan, immensely large, with half of its blade buried in the ground.
On the cold surface of the sword, one could still see their reflection, a tiny and miniature one.
No longer caring about killing, Yuezheng Yan quickly ran to the front of the Immortal Sword to confirm.
The sword hadn't grown bigger, nor was it that things in the Illusory Dream Secret Realm had transformed into giants.
It was him who had become small.
"Are you Junior Brother Yuezheng?" The commotion caused by the giant sword falling from the sky was not small.
It also caught Feng Yuzhe's attention, who quickly ran over.