Riding the Sword

The mass of red lotus karmic fire was slowly swallowed by the blood-colored vortex and vanished.

The magic formation inscribed on the Pure Yang Sword Embryo immediately lit up. The glow of red lotus karmic fire flickered faintly within it, only subsiding after a long while.

After devouring the mass of red lotus karmic fire, the Pure Yang Sword Embryo seemed to have taken a powerful tonic. Its aura surged, and it rang out joyfully.

Shen Luo's tense expression finally relaxed, and he continued driving the magic formation and the Pure Yang Sword Embryo.

Several considerably thicker streaks of red sword qi shot out again, slashing at the red lotus karmic fire above.

Time passed, and half a month soon slipped by.

In the small courtyard outside the refining chamber, the gray-robed man paced back and forth, his face filled with anxiety.

Although Ma Xiuxiu had used her connections to allocate this refining chamber to Shen Luo, the Treasure Gathering Hall had recently received a large, unexpected order for magical artifacts and needed to reclaim it.

Only after much pleading had he persuaded the people at the Artifact Refining Workshop to grant a few extra days. But their demands were growing increasingly urgent, and he could put them off no longer.

"If I'd known, I would never have taken this job," the gray-robed man muttered, filled with regret.

He had accompanied Ma Xiuxiu to meet Shen Luo twice and seen how highly she valued him. Thus, he had volunteered to take on the task of arranging a refining chamber for Shen Luo.

The gray-robed man had hoped to impress Ma Xiuxiu through this assignment, never imagining that things would go wrong like this.

*I'll wait another hour. If he still hasn't come out, I'll have no choice but to