"Stop touching, stop touching... we've agreed, just a single touch!"
The Nanming Li Fire Sword whimpered, gently wriggling like a small cat or dog.
But it wasn't truly resistant, more like hinting to apply more force.
"Indeed, as long as it's a sword, it can't resist my technique!"
Bai Qi appeared calm on the surface, but was quite proud inwardly.
With the effect of the Divine Seed from the "Twelve Grudges of the Sword Monarch," he could grasp every detail change of this heaven-sent treasure sword through observation and listening to its sound.
When to slow down, when to speed up, when to attack fiercely, when to be gentle... everything was at his fingertips!
Handling a little one as naive as a child was effortless.
Just as Bai Qi was feeling smug, a chill suddenly emerged in his Spirit Sense, which he kept honed at all times.
Like a gust of cold wind brushing past his neck, making him want to shiver.
