Good grief. The Death God's Sword that others dreamed of obtaining was something Ye Wuqing actually wanted to throw away.
Perhaps in the entire Dao Emperor Divine Domain, no one other than Ye Wuqing would ever have such a thought.
"Make good use of this sword. The artifact spirit inside it also has your best interests at heart. You must never tell anyone about this. If word gets out, someone else will very likely snatch it away."
Jiang Ping An gave him a solemn warning.
Ye Wuqing smiled faintly. "Boss, I'm not stupid. Other than you, I trust no one in this world. Why would I tell anyone else?"
"Boss, do you really not want this divine sword?"
Ye Wuqing still wanted to give the divine sword to Jiang Ping An, hoping it could help him become a peerless expert.
Jiang Ping An shook his head. "I appreciate the thought. Stop thinking about giving me the sword. This is your opportunity."
Ye Wuqing continued, "The sword spirit in this divine sword told me that you carry an aura it finds very familiar. Perhaps this divine sword was destined for you, Boss."
There was a sword spirit inside the Death God's Sword, and Ye Wuqing could hear its words.
Jiang Ping An stared at Ye Wuqing's fair chest.
"The familiar aura the sword spirit mentioned probably has something to do with the Death God Curse Seal I comprehended. I heard this sword seems to have come from the Death God Temple as well. There may be a connection between the two."
"What! You comprehended the Death God Dharma Seal? How much of it?"
The little red sword on Ye Wuqing's chest suddenly flew out, and a slightly immature voice came from within, sounding like a child's.
The owner of that voice