Wang Mu looked at the little Sword Spirit in front of him.
It was precisely the Qingshuang Sword Spirit.
After not seeing her for a long time, the Qingshuang Sword Spirit looked more and more like Heroine Yan. Her eyes were still as pure as ever, only now there was a few more streaks of sword light in them, bursting out of her body as if about to cut down the person in front of her.
Wang Mu moved his lips and said earnestly:
"Qingshuang, did your master really say that?"
The Little Sword Spirit thought for a bit, then nodded.
"Then there's a problem." Wang Mu said, "Look, if I don't leave, how am I supposed to bring that Dongfang Mu to the Sword Sect?"
"Don't you think so?"
"First, I have to leave the Sword Sect."
"Only then can I bring Dongfang Mu over, right?"
The Little Sword Spirit was stunned, seriously pondered for a long while, and felt that what Wang Mu said was very reasonable. She looked utterly confused, "Is it like that?"
