Whenever he heard "Partridge Sky," the first thing Chu Huai Xu thought of was Xin Qiji's poem.
"By the river, the winds and waves are not yet at their worst; there are still difficulties on the road through this mortal world."
At this moment, the Stone Steps of Hidden Spirit Mountain were incredibly difficult for ordinary people to climb, which made those lines rather fitting.
There were very few Supreme Grade Spirit Artifacts in the mountain-top region, and even fewer swords among them.
For most people, if they could win the favor of Partridge Sky's Sword Spirit, it would count as a satisfying two-way journey.
This sword, which should have belonged to Han Shuangjiang, was trembling faintly and giving off faint bursts of sword cries.
--It had chosen Chu Huai Xu.
He was not surprised in the slightest.
After all, every sword he had encountered along the way had extended an olive branch to him.
However, the sword before him was a Supreme Grade Spirit Artifact, so it naturally stirred the heart even more.
Moreover, it was Han Shuangjiang's Destined Sword, which gave Chu Huai Xu a strange feeling.
When all was said and done, it was almost like he had cheated on her?
I definitely have to touch Big Ice Block's sword, Dead Fox thought.
He had already tested a High Grade Spirit Sword. What about a Supreme Grade one?
He took a step to the side, then lowered his head and carefully examined the sword.
Including its Sword Sheath, Partridge Sky was primarily silver.
The Sword Sheath was covered in hollowed-out designs engraved with mysterious patterns, most of them resembling cloud patterns.
He was now about half a step away from the sword.
Yet he could already feel a wave of bone-chilling cold rushing toward him!
Chu Huai