Bai Feiyu's face was filled with anxiety. He did not understand why Leng Qingsong was still alive!
That was a sword cultivator's Life-Bound Sword!
That was a sword cultivator's very life!
And Leng Qingsong had just said so casually that it had broken?
With his Life-Bound Sword broken, never mind the Dao of the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords-why was Leng Qingsong still sitting here perfectly fine?
The instant the sword broke, its sword qi should have devoured its master, killing him on the spot!
Bai Feiyu rushed up to Leng Qingsong, seized his wrist, and sent a strand of true essence into him.
Sending true essence into someone else's body was a grave taboo for cultivators!
That strand of true essence could easily destroy Leng Qingsong's meridians and Dantian.
Yet Bai Feiyu had lost his composure and rashly done just that.
Leng Qingsong did not resist either. He merely watched this junior brother, who was usually even more mature than he was, lose his composure over his broken Life-Bound Sword, and a trace of softness entered his eyes.
"Strange! Strange! Broken, yet not broken. What's going on?" Bai Feiyu released Leng Qingsong's hand and muttered to himself.
He had sent his true essence into Leng Qingsong's Dantian to examine it. Within it, a nascent soul sat quietly upright.
The nascent soul cradled a broken sword in its arms. It was none other than Leng Qingsong's Life-Bound Sword!
Although the broken sword was somewhat indistinct and unstable, Bai Feiyu could still sense the purest sword intent flowing through it!
Sword intent exactly like his own in his previous life!
How could a broken Life-Bound Sword still maintain its form, let alone have sword intent flowing through it?
This should not happen. It was impossible!
Even in the Elder Ancient Era,