"This trip to Ling Province must not fail."
On the journey to Ling Province, Wang Mu reminisced about his time at the Fengyue Sect while contemplating how to respond.
The Green Blood Sword beneath him vibrated slightly, as if it felt the loneliness of being gradually distanced from Qingshuang. Perhaps it had been with Wang Mu for so long that it had begun to develop spiritual wisdom, even though Wang Mu rarely needed to use it anymore.
It was hard to tell when exactly, but fewer and fewer situations required Wang Mu to take action personally.
Wang Mu gently touched the sword's hilt:
"Don't worry, Qingshuang won't be lonely."
The Green Blood Sword ceased its humming slightly, striving to fly forward under sword control.
"After all, it has the Little Sword Spirit Qingshuang as company…" Wang Mu mused.
After gaining spiritual nature, these magic treasures often need to be nurtured slowly.
