"Imperial Preceptor! Please show mercy!"
For some reason, Han Fei suddenly spoke up.
He did not want Qing Mo to completely destroy that sword!
After all, he was Reverse Scale's master in this lifetime. Reverse Scale had chosen him!
"Han Fei! You want me to spare that sword?!"
"Yes! Please show mercy, Imperial Preceptor!"
Hearing that, Qing Mo narrowed his eyes slightly before immediately releasing his grip!
Having escaped, Reverse Scale did not dare linger for even a moment. It instantly vanished from the private room in Purple Orchid Pavilion and returned to the sword case at Han Fei's residence!
"Imperial Preceptor! Who was that person just now?!"
With gaps in her memory, Jing Ni hurriedly rose from her seat. Her beautiful eyes were filled with coldness!
Someone had actually dared to attack the Imperial Preceptor?!
No matter who it was, Jing Ni would definitely kill them!
"It was nothing. Just a sword spirit within a sword!"
"A trace of killing intent surfaced in my heart just now. That broken sword was sentient, so it thought I meant harm to its master and automatically protected him!"
Qing Mo spoke calmly as he slowly returned to his previous seat and sat cross-legged once more!
At the same time, he raised a hand and pressed it downward at Jing Ni, signaling for her to sit back down!
"That sword... has a spirit?!"
"It was the Ninth Young Master!"
The clever Zi Nu instantly guessed part of the truth. She hurriedly looked at Han Fei, curiosity appearing in her seductive, enchanting eyes!
Under the close scrutiny of several people, Han Fei smiled helplessly and scratched the back of his head!
"Th-that sword is mine!"
"I don't know where it came from either. One day, when I woke up, it was beside me!"
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