Meng Li found a sheet of paper and picked up a pen, beginning to draw from memories of his previous life.
The sword body, tip, edge, base, spine, blade, guard, hilt, pommel, scabbard, tassel—every part of the sword was refined to perfection.
Gu Yue rested her chin on her hand beside him, watching intently.
Hmm, a sword worth hundreds of millions couldn't be forged from meteoric iron. It needed something better, material that could form a blood pact. He would have to ask a professional. Meng Li nodded as he looked at the "Dragon Sparrow" he had spent an entire night drawing.
"Your sword is so beautiful." Gu Yue's eyes were drawn to the completed Dragon Sparrow design.
"This sword shall right the wrongs of the world; this sword shall bring no shame before those wronged by the world."
Gu Yue could not help but shudder. She silently repeated the words engraved upon the scabbard and thought that Meng Li was truly gifted.
Could it be that this sword was meant to right the harm soul beasts had suffered over the years?
Just as Gu Yue's imagination began to run wild, sounds of fighting erupted outside, mixed with explosions and the fluctuations of several Soul Powers.
"What's going on?" Meng Li froze and stopped his pen.
"Haha, I didn't expect you to really be here. Sneaking in at night to murder students—I'd like to see how you explain yourself this time. On behalf of the Angel Clan, I will pass judgment on you!"
"Let's see where you can run to now."
"That's Yue Zhengyu's voice. What's gotten into that kid this time?" Meng Li muttered.
"Get lost." A cold yet pleasant female voice rang out.
"You really think I'm afraid of you?" Yue Zhengyu said.
"Let's go take a look,"