"Is something wrong?" Ma Feifei frowned at the Spirit Crystal bag in his hand. He couldn't see anything unusual about it, except that it wasn't the color of cloth. It was dark blue.
But bags in different colors were very common. Many cultivators with a girlish heart would customize their spatial rings or bags in their favorite colors. There was nothing unusual about that.
Yun Qingyang said nothing. She took the Spirit Crystal bag from Ma Feifei and studied it closely, her brow slightly furrowed.
"There's a familiar aura on this bag. I feel like I've smelled it somewhere before," Yun Qingyang said, wrinkling her nose in puzzlement.
"That can't be right, can it?" Ma Feifei said, looking unconvinced. It wasn't that he didn't believe Yun Qingyang; it was just that it seemed impossible! Yun Qingyang had met Ma Feifei in Nine Heavens Mountain after hatching. By his reckoning, apart from the wyrm sealed inside Leifeng Pagoda, Ma Feifei should have been the second person she'd ever met.
And after that, it went without saying. Yun Qingyang had stayed by his side every day. She'd met almost everyone Ma Feifei had. He was certain he'd never met Yi He on the Azure Dragon Continent, so Yun Qingyang couldn't possibly know her.
Yun Qingyang shook her head, the puzzlement in her eyes deepening. She opened one hand, and Qingshuang Sword flew from its sheath into her grasp.
"What are you doing?" Ma Feifei asked, slightly surprised.
"I'll test it first." The moment Yun Qingyang finished speaking, she raised Qingshuang Sword and thrust it at the Spirit Crystal bag.
"Clang!"
Unexpectedly, Qingshuang Sword didn't puncture the bag. This was a divine weapon, after all—and, as far as Ma Feifei knew, Yun Qingyang's Qingshuang Sword was among the highest-grade divine weapons.
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