Within the radiance, an enormous, ancient yet exquisitely crafted dark-red sword slowly rose from the blood pool.
The crimson light shone across Lu Sheng's smiling face, reflecting an obscure, demonic gleam.
"This saber looks like it'll last me many more years."
"Uh, Master, this is the Southern Blazing Fire Sword, not a saber," one of the Demon Race members beside him could not help reminding him.
"You're mistaken. It's a saber—it just happens to look like a sword."
"A sword is actually a kind of saber. The terms can be used interchangeably." Lu Sheng smiled. "Besides, it's merely disguised itself well. I saw through its true nature at a glance."
"But I really am not a saber. I'm a sword..." The Southern Blazing Fire Sword trembled, letting out a hum.
"A saber spirit that has lost itself?" Lu Sheng shook his head slightly. "You simply have not recognized your true self."
"But from the moment I was born until now, I have always remembered that I was a sword..." The Sword Spirit still wanted to argue.
"Those were all lies!" Lu Sheng declared decisively. "Your true identity is actually a double-edged saber. This sword business was merely a tale concocted to deceive you."
"Is that so?" The Sword Spirit hesitated somewhat.
"That is so. You should count yourself fortunate to have met me, so that I could help you uncover your true identity!" Lu Sheng said with carefree ease.
"But I still feel..."
"Your feelings are wrong. Just like sabers: they never consider themselves weapons of murder, always blaming everything on the people holding them. But in truth, they are weapons of murder. Sabers are forged for cutting. They are weapons of murder—there is nothing more to say." Lu Sheng raised his voice.
"So... I'm actually a saber...??" The Southern