Xiao Guang's eyes lit up as though she had grabbed hold of a lifeline. "Really? Where is it?"
"But..." Mo Wang drew out the word as he took a longsword from a temporary storage rack nearby. It was Xiao Guang's Qingming Sword.
However, as he handed the sword to Xiao Guang, he added, "...it seems to have developed a little 'problem.' Um... it should be nothing serious... right?"
He said that final "right" with absolutely no confidence.
Xiao Guang eagerly took the Qingming Sword. Its familiar feel and weight reassured her slightly. But the next second, her expression changed.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Whenever the sword had been in her hand before, even if she did not actively channel it, she could clearly feel the power contained within the blade—as well as the power that constantly ravaged her.
But now... what she held felt like a cold, lifeless piece of ordinary iron.
No matter how Xiao Guang tried to wield the Qingming Sword, she received no response at all. It was as if the thing had truly broken just like that.
"Wh-what happened?" Xiao Guang blankly raised her head to look at Mo Wang, her eyes filled with confusion and disbelief. Even her voice trembled. "It... it... why does it... have no reaction at all?"
Mo Wang guiltily looked away. "Maybe... it's a little 'broken'? After all, things got pretty intense in that Hollow yesterday... it, uh, endured pressure it shouldn't have had to endure at its age?"
"Br-broken?" Xiao Guang repeated the word, her brain seemingly unable to process the information for a moment. The Qingming Sword... was broken? The Qingming Sword, passed down through countless generations, which had slain innumerable demons and evil spirits, which had accompanied her through so many hardships... had broken just like that?!