"You want to form a contract with her? But she is not a sword cultivator. What do you hope to gain through her?" Jiang Lu asked.
Those eyes looked calmly at Jiang Lu, seeming to want to see straight through her.
Jiang Lu showed no fear and returned its gaze with equally dark eyes.
The sword spirit's phantom suddenly flickered, its tone full of impatience. "I came looking for her, not you. You are meddling far too much."
Jiang Lu curled her lip. She did not want to meddle either, but this sword spirit clearly was no good thing. If Mu Xiaoqing was going to hand these opportunities over to her master, she might as well give them to Jiang Lu.
How could she not care?
After a long while, the sword spirit spoke. "I merely need her to take me out..."
"What?!"
All four cried out at once, staring at the sword spirit before them in horror.
Merely?
Did it even hear what it was saying?
This was the Sword Mound!
Any sword had to be taken out through a contract. Otherwise, the other spirit swords within the Sword Mound would stir. That was not something a few elders could suppress.
"Leave? But I am not a sword cultivator, and we cannot form a contract either."
Mu Xiaoqing looked at the sword spirit's calm face and murmured softly.
When the sword spirit heard Mu Xiaoqing speak, its gaze shifted toward her.
The instant she met the sword spirit's eyes, her pupils contracted. She took a step back and happened to lean against You Xi, who hurriedly supported her.
"You can form a contract. Why could you not? You carry the aura of a sword cultivator. It belongs to your master, does it not? The two of us can form