Ye Chen gripped the sword in his hand, his heart surging with excitement. This sword had a spirit within it, making it a fine weapon among mortal possessions. It might not be able to cut down a great demon, but it would more than suffice against ordinary lesser demons.
He sensed the will emanating from the sword. It wasn't as strong as it had been inside the armory, but whenever the sound of a dragon's roar rang out, Ye Chen still couldn't help shuddering.
After all, he was still a mere mortal, and the spirit within the sword affected him to some degree. He still couldn't fully control it.
Wei Zheng seemed to see Ye Chen's predicament. He had once been the man who slew the Dragon King in a dream, and was naturally far stronger than Ye Chen in this regard.
He could tell at a glance that Ye Chen still couldn't unleash the sword's full power. From his examination of it just moments ago, he had also discovered that the sword was filled with an exceptionally fierce aura.
"If General Ye needs help, he can ask Master Xuanzang. Perhaps Master Xuanzang knows a way to deal with the fierce aura and killing intent in this sword. If its ferocity can be suppressed, this sword will be invincible."
"That's a good idea." Ye Chen nodded. "Perhaps the aura of Buddhism can convert the sword spirit within it."
They chatted a little longer, then Wei Zheng led Ye Chen out of the armory. He didn't take him into Taiji Palace again, since Ye Chen was now carrying a sword and shouldn't meet the emperor alone.
Wei Zheng led Ye Chen out of the imperial palace and found him a place to stay outside the Imperial City. He told Ye Chen