The young attendant woke with a start. Instead of looking frightened, he broke into a grin. "The young master is back! Young Master Yang Jian is back! I want toys! I want candy..."
Cheering, the attendant seemed to forget all about the change in the Zhu Xian Sword and ran straight out of the hall.
As soon as he was gone, the Zhu Xian Sword burst with golden light.
The dazzling glow lit up the hall, but it lasted only a moment before turning purple-gold.
Purple-gold light washed over the jade hall, lending it an air of mystery and grandeur.
But the light vanished even faster than it had appeared.
When it faded, a man stood before the Zhu Xian Sword.
Dressed in a purple robe, the man smiled. "Heh... Ye Fan really gave me a generous gift. He didn't just help me form a body—he taught me a fist technique, too. Not bad at all!"
The man was Ren, who had just formed a body.
Ren gazed at the Zhu Xian Sword and ran a fingertip along its hilt, drawing a ringing hum from the blade.
It sounded almost joyful.
Ren chuckled. "Zhu Xian Sword... can you feel how happy I am?"
"Hum... hum..."
The sword rang again, as though answering his question.
Ren smiled. "Interesting... You feel whatever I feel. As expected of the Zhu Xian Sword, which is one with me! Don't worry. Now that I have a body, I'll gather all four swords one day!"
As he spoke, his sharp eyes swept the hall without restraint.
Ren already knew the hall was empty. The moment he formed his body in the Sword Spirit Space, he had seen the attendant cheer and run out.
With the attendant gone, no one was left in the hall. That was