Cheng Lingshuang glanced sideways and casually touched the hilt of her sword, instantly activating the Xianzhou's exclusive guidance technology within the blade with her realm-mastered sword heart, while simultaneously subduing it to transform this flying sword into a sharp weapon that shared her every thought.
Jing Yuan could sense the subtle changes in the sword, and then he watched as the sword in his hand, still in its scabbard, flew up and automatically hung itself on a nearby pillar, a faint clanging sound emanating from within the scabbard as if the sword were excited about something.
"Miss Ling Shuang, your realm is truly profound."
"It is merely the marvelous use of the sword heart; those who know how will naturally find it simple, and to those who do not, explaining it is useless."
"I understand, I understand, high-level martial arts are always like this."
Jing Yuan looked understanding and no longer asked any further questions.
He simply felt that another major matter had been properly settled; with this procedure in place, over the coming decades and centuries, others would never dare to come to Luofu to cause trouble, and perhaps until Miss Ling Shuang passed away at the end of her natural life, no one would come to bother her—wait, no, didn't Miss Ling Shuang say her master is an immortal who cannot die and has lived for at least several thousand years? So is Miss Ling Shuang a long-life species or a short-life species after all?
Never mind, today is the day of the apprenticeship ceremony, so he could find time to understand such topics later.
While waiting for the red bean soup to be served, Qingque walked up with a smile and handed over a box of tea leaves as a celebratory gift.
Then March 7th grabbed Stelle's