Su Muyao did not wish to have a dispute with Mei Qingchen, and said quietly, "I never said you couldn't come back."
Mei Qingchen saw her tense and wary reaction, and his aura retracted. He softened his detached tone and explained casually, "You don't need to be so nervous."
"These days I had someone fuse Mystic Spirit Iron with my Lifebound Sword."
As he spoke, Mei Qingchen took out his Lifebound Sword.
At this moment, the sword was no longer in its previous shabby state, as if it had been reshaped. The blade was slender, like a gentle stream, with a mirror-like smoothness.
The Sword Qi along the blade was fierce, seemingly carrying endless power.
Under the sunlight, it radiated sharpness, with peculiar talisman patterns on the blade, exuding an enigmatic aura.
It exerted an invisible pressure, inducing awe and reverence toward the sword.
Looking at the sword, Su Muyao's expression slightly moved.
