The sword is named Flowing Moon—forged with a spirit?
Qin Heng watched the woman in the sky, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The woman appeared to be in her twenties. Her beauty was breathtaking, her features exquisite and peerless, as if all the spirit and elegance of heaven and earth were embodied within her. Her white dress fluttered, giving her an ethereal, otherworldly grace.
In any era, she would be considered a devastating beauty capable of bringing disaster to a nation; Daji of the Shang Dynasty or Bao Si of the Zhou Dynasty were merely her equals in their time.
Even when compared to the top female cultivators Qin Heng had encountered in his previous life after stepping into the starry sky of the universe, this Sword Spirit's beauty did not pale in the slightest!
Peerless beauty, a celestial descending to the mortal world!
This praise was no exaggeration at all!
"Are you the spirit of this Flowing Moon Sword?" Qin Heng asked indifferently.
