Yang Huai held the treasured sword with its jade-gold scabbard in his hand and examined it. A moment later, he tried to draw it, only to find, to his surprise, that he could not pull it free despite his strength.
"This..."
Yang Huai was slightly taken aback.
Daoist Guangrong and Jiang Yuexin also fixed their gazes on that peculiar treasured sword. After pondering for a moment, Jiang Yuexin suddenly remembered something.
"Isn't this..."
He abruptly fell silent, his face filled with a strange expression.
Daoist Guangrong likewise looked displeased and sent him a voice transmission.
"You're acting recklessly again. Why did you take out this sword and even give it to your junior brother?"
This was an ancient sword with quite a history.
Though its power was extraordinary, the trouble it brought was no small matter either.
Yet Jiang Rongyue's expression remained unchanged. Instead, she transmitted, "As expected, Junior Brother can draw this sword!"
Daoist Guangrong's gaze had already fallen on Yang Huai. He saw Yang Huai close his eyes. At that moment, Yang Huai had activated the innate divine ability of Unity of Man and Sword, his mind wholly immersed in the jade-gold ancient sword as he sensed the Dao rhythm contained deep within it.
Deep in his heart, he could sense that a spirit dwelled within this ancient sword, and that spirit was exceptionally powerful.
This delighted him greatly.
"It seems Second Senior Sister truly treats me well. She actually found me such an extraordinary divine sword!"
Yet when he sensed that the ancient sword's spirit was still slumbering, he immediately became somewhat dissatisfied.
"Wake up!"
Outside, one hand gripped the blade while the other held the hilt, the two held level. A vast, pure gleam of gold emerged around him, while behind him, the phantom of a