Revive, My Beloved—"Make Our Sword Sect Strong..."
"I never expected this Nascent Soul senior, who had left behind only a wisp of sword soul, to possess such pure thoughts."
Feeling the obsession emanating from deep within the sword soul, Lu Xuan's admiration rose unbidden.
Although he too felt some sense of belonging toward the Profound Cave Sword Sect, compared to the obsession within the sword soul, it was like the glow of a firefly beside the radiance of the bright moon—a world apart.
"My Sword Dao cultivation cannot compare to the sword soul's, and my talent is merely ordinary. I wonder whether I can resonate with this sword soul and make it submit to me."
A thought struck Lu Xuan. He gave a light cough, his expression turning solemn.
"Make our Sword Sect strong!"
He cried out in an incomparably impassioned tone, as though he were willing to devote everything he had to the Sword Sect, even his life.
The sword soul gave no response.
"..."
Lu Xuan remained composed, his eyes blazing as he spoke earnestly to the sword soul.
"As a disciple of the Sword Sect, Lu is willing to devote body and soul to the great cause of building the Sword Sect, to exhaust myself unto death for the Sect's strength and prosperity."
"I beg Senior to bear witness alongside me!"
"..."
There was still only silence.
"This sword soul, formed from that Nascent Soul senior's obsession, seems unable to empathize with me."
Lu Xuan silently lamented.
"And here I was getting all fired up."
He shook his head lightly. Since he could not move this sword soul, he had no other methods.
Making such a powerful Sword Sect even stronger was truly harder than ascending to heaven. Even developing two kinds of Fourth Grade Sword Grass