Long Wave Sword God stroked the longsword in his hand with an utterly helpless look, as though he were comforting the wounded sword spirit within it.
At that moment, Jiang Liu also sensed the weakness of the Godslayer Blade's sword spirit within his Divine Sea.
"Haha! Little Friend Jiang's strength truly took me by surprise."
"It has been over a thousand years, yet Crimson Haze has never been wounded like this. I never expected it to be injured by your hand today."
Long Wave Sword God looked at Jiang Liu and laughed heartily, seeming quite happy.
It seemed he did not take Crimson Haze's wounded sword spirit to heart at all.
Looking at the excited expression on Long Wave Sword God's face, Jiang Liu did not know how to respond.
Should I tell him that his longsword, Crimson Haze, had not been injured before simply because it had never encountered an opponent worthy of it?
However, seeing how happy he looked, Jiang Liu decided not to dampen his spirits any further.
From the look of him, he seemed to be teasing Crimson Haze for finally getting injured.
The Long Wave Sword God before him clearly cherished the longsword in his hand.
Moreover, a martial artist would certainly develop feelings for a weapon that had accompanied him for so long.
After all, martial artists who had stepped into the Divine Realm had to face endless loneliness once they gained their long lifespans.
That was because their family and friends had long since vanished one after another into the river of time.
Unless they, too, could cultivate to the Divine Realm.
Thus, only the weapons in their hands could accompany them for the longest time.
After laughing for a while, Long Wave Sword God stopped and looked at Jiang Liu. "You needn't