"Just a little more—let the Emperor Sword condense a bit further!"
Ya'er's beautiful eyes seemed to contain nothing but the phantom sword slowly taking shape between them.
The existence of that sword seemed to have made her forget everything else.
As for Qin Shaofeng's current condition, she truly had no mood to care, and more fatally, she had no way to care at all.
From the moment she saw the Cang Yue Broken Sword, she had already given this scene some thought.
Ever since seeing the Sky-Walking Sword, she had been pondering every feasible method.
It had to be admitted.
Forcing Qin Shaofeng to wield the Emperor Sword was an unimaginable torment for Qin Shaofeng himself.
But she no longer had the slightest path of retreat.
Once the Divine Melody Sword spirit awakened,
she, as the temporary sword spirit, would undoubtedly die, and Qin Shaofeng, the temporary sword master, would certainly fare no better.
Even if they could avoid death, there would not be much difference.
She had no choice but to make Qin Shaofeng take this risk.
Qin Shaofeng had no choice either.
She had no time to spare for anything else.
Xian Xiaoying, who was responsible for feeding Qin Shaofeng pills and spiritual medicine at the side, once again had great tears rolling from her eyes.
Rationally speaking, Qin Shaofeng and she had merely been an accident.
But after all, he had been her first.
Especially after the suppression from every level of Shuiyue Mountain had dragged her completely into the mire, she had been unable to restrain her own heart at all.
The more it was like this, the more she cared about Qin Shaofeng's past.
Looking again at Qin Shaofeng's current state, the suffering he had once endured involuntarily surfaced in her mind, and the pain