Deep within the Jian Zhong, Wei Boda’s right hand closed around the hilt. Even through his firm grip, he could feel the ancient blade trembling with a life of its own.
Were it not for the ‘Tianli Sword Sensing Pian’ humming through his meridians, Wei Boda had no doubt the sword would have torn itself from his grasp and flown free.
“For a mere object to possess such a spirit…”
Wei Boda marveled inwardly. Back in the Star River Human
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