"Who will explain this to me, your family has grandmasters and ancestors, as well as Qi cultivators and ranger swordsmen, who can tell me how the sword could possibly respond on its own? I didn't feel any aura pulling it."
As Su Sheng spoke, he immediately reached for Zijun's wrist. If any emergency arose, he had to protect his Iceberg wife without a scratch.
"Why are you grabbing me..."
Zijun was about to shake off the hand, but being as clever as she was, she suddenly realized the man was concerned for her safety. Therefore, she swallowed her following words and stayed still, letting the man hold her wrist.
Su Sheng didn't pay attention to the woman's reaction. He concentrated his mind and stared at the longsword embedded in the rock wall. His gaze could penetrate about ten meters into the stone, but he couldn't spot anything wrong, although there were two ordinary spirit stones at this location.
