Because he had previously gained some understanding of the life-bound sword from Mr. Yan, Jiang Shouzhong silently speculated.
The tiny sword, slender as a young finger and pale pink in color, circled around the woman as it flew, light as a butterfly flitting and dancing gracefully, with a soft buzzing sound that clearly conveyed a closeness to its owner.
Ran Qingchen looked toward the sword manual on the desk.
The flying sword seemed to understand the thoughts of its master, and suddenly transformed into tiny pale pink light spots that sprinkled onto the sword manual.
The sword manual instantly overflowed with brilliant colors, exuding strands of divine charm.
The characters in the sword manual began to detach themselves from the pages, as if attracted by an invisible force, slowly rising and turning into lively light spots, floating like fireflies.
Jiang Shouzhong opened his mouth wide.
