Broken Blade didn't want freedom? Qu Jianlei found that hard to understand.
After pondering for a moment, he asked again, "But you offended that Broken Axe. It's a Ritual Artifact of the Human Race."
Broken Blade remained completely still. Clearly, this question could not be answered with a simple yes or no.
"You pose a potential threat to it."
Broken Blade began shaking wildly again, nearly twenty times this round, even conveying a sense of grievance once more.
"Then I'll tentatively believe you," Qu Jianlei said unhurriedly. "Let's work together and drive off the Heavenly Demons!"
Broken Blade shook twice more.
"Once the war is won, we'll wish each other well and go our separate ways."
Broken Blade started shaking frantically again...
Qu Jianlei spent the entire afternoon talking with the thing before finally confirming that Broken Blade truly possessed very little intelligence.
If High-Fidelity Replica and Gold Digger were merely young and ignorant, destined to grow up eventually, then Broken Blade felt like a long-lived brain-damaged idiot.
Qu Jianlei was also somewhat puzzled. Why was the spirituality of a Divine Weapon so utterly lacking?
Could the weapon's damage have caused its spirituality to become incomplete?
In any case, their communication was generally effective, and Qu Jianlei had gained a rough understanding of Broken Blade's circumstances.
First of all, Broken Blade really did look down on the people in the team—no matter how one put it, their highest cultivation was only the Nascent Soul Realm.
One only had to look at the Artifact Spirit to understand that mindset.
The Artifact Spirit had only Nascent Soul cultivation, yet because its former master had been in the Out-of-Body Realm, once it gained freedom, it had wanted to break the agreement and flee.
Broken Blade might have been broken, but it had once