Chen Changan had the Red Dust Sword in hand, so he didn't need another sword.
Still, the Heaven Devouring Sword had made Red Dust take pity on it and give up devouring it. It must have something special about it.
It was a fine famous sword!
"Red Dust, why did you take pity on it?"
"Usually, when you come across other Sword Artifacts, you devour them without hesitation to make yourself stronger." Chen Changan asked curiously.
"Hard to say. It just feels... like there's a familiar aura."
"I can't really explain it."
"And it seems kind of pitiful."
Kind of pitiful?
What was that supposed to mean? Were the others you devoured not pitiful?
Chen Changan felt that Red Dust's pity for the Heaven Devouring Sword wasn't entirely due to compassion.
More importantly, it was probably that elusive, familiar aura.
Did they know each other?
Probably not. Perhaps the Heaven Devouring Sword had something like Red Dust within it, which was why Red Dust found it familiar.
"Following me isn't really an option."
"But I'll find it a suitable master."
"So it won't have to be afraid."
"It's a little timid by nature. Otherwise, it wouldn't have hidden itself so thoroughly."
Although Chen Changan hadn't subdued the Heaven Devouring Sword, he hadn't harmed it either, and that put the sword at ease.
Still, it was a little disappointed that it couldn't follow Chen Changan.
After all, in its eyes, Chen Changan was the most suitable master.
"Big brother, where'd that extra sword come from?"
"Can Red Dust... reproduce?"
When Da Huang saw Chen Changan appear with another sword by his side, his words nearly sent Red Dust into a fit of rage.
"Cut the nonsense."
"This is the Heaven Devouring Sword. We found it on Seven Peaks Mountain."
"It..."
"Sword