"What kind of flame is this?
And what happened when this curved saber suddenly sucked away so much of the Dharma Power inside me? Was that because of this flame too?" As Wang Yu pondered this, he formed a seal with one hand, then raised it to send an incantation toward the saber from a distance.
But the next moment, the curved saber shot toward him on its own with a whoosh.
Wang Yu's eyes flickered, and his hand froze.
The saber stopped in midair just in front of him, seemingly without anything amiss.
Yet Wang Yu only grew more suspicious.
He was still in his Overclocking state. Crystalline light flashed through his pupils as he swiftly reviewed everything that had just happened, immediately arriving at several of the most likely explanations. Now he needed to test which one was correct.
He moved his arm, and wisps of golden mist emerged between his fingers, faintly enveloping his entire palm. Then he moved again and carefully grasped the saber's hilt.
He prepared himself to retreat again immediately if anything went wrong.
Fortunately, nothing unusual happened to the saber, and the liquid Dharma Power in his dantian showed no signs of stirring.
Only then did Wang Yu breathe a sigh of relief and hold the curved saber horizontally before his eyes.
The milky-white flame on the saber still burned fiercely, showing no sign of going out. Its light illuminated his face even more brightly.
Yet even at such close range, his face felt only a faint warmth, without the scorching heat of an ordinary flame.
This only made Wang Yu even more cautious.
He patted his Storage Bag with one hand, and a stark-white Entry-Tier Bone Blade Magical Artifact flew out. After circling with a whistle, it too stopped nearby.
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