The transformation of the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword had finally come to an end, and Qingyi slowly reached out toward the weapon.
The blade flew back into his palm in that very instant, fitting perfectly into his grip. A satisfied smile curved his lips.
That was the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword in its complete form—a weapon truly worthy of a celestial emperor.
Qingyi studied the blade for a long moment, marveling at how much more beautiful and razor-sharp it appeared now, before sheathing it once more.
In the next instant, he sensed the Qi around him shift, and a familiar figure materialized right before him.
It was Ruxue.
Her face brimmed with emotion, torn between trembling tears and bursts of pure joy. She opened her arms and threw herself toward him.
It was only natural that she would be overjoyed by that transformation.
His hands shot forward, capturing her slender, jade-like waist the very moment she collided with his body.
