The Cross and Vertical Saber was still with Lu Gong. Fortunately, as an Artifact Refiner, Zhu Ju was not short on Magical Artifacts.
Over the years, aside from occasionally taking on tasks to refine Magical Artifacts, he had also forged a spare Flying Sword for himself in his free time.
It was of supreme quality.
It was more than enough as a personal sword for a Dao Foundation Cultivator, but because he had the Cross and Vertical Saber, he had almost never used it.
"ZING!"
The Flying Sword, as hazy white as smoke and as pure as jade, circled around his body, as nimble as a swimming fish.
With a flick of his hand seals, the Flying Sword immediately released a Sword Light that enveloped Zhu Ju. In a state of Human-Sword Unity, he shot off into the distance.
He didn't travel far from Yunjing Island. He plunged into the nearby water, charging toward a Spirit Fish he had locked onto.
"You beast!"
