"Congratulations, sir! The divine sword is finally complete!"
Qing Dai came forward, her heart brimming with joy. Mo Li also poked her head out from behind the rock where she had hidden, her golden tiger eyes fixed curiously on the longsword. Snow Robe landed directly on Lu Changfeng's shoulder, tilting its little head to inspect it. "Its treasured radiance is so much stronger! All that refining wasn't wasted!"
Of course it wasn't. Lu Changfeng swept his gaze over the debris on the ground.
With the essence of seventeen superior treasured swords feeding it, the Wind-Raising Sword's advancement had come as naturally as water flowing into a channel.
He sheathed the longsword and laid it horizontally across the back of his waist.
Just then, a clear voice abruptly sounded from the swirling mist at the valley entrance:
"A fine sword."
The voice was not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears with perfect clarity.
Lu Changfeng looked up and saw a young man in a dark blue brocade robe, a jade belt fastened around his waist, walking slowly into the valley.
The man looked about twenty-five or twenty-six. His features were handsome, even faintly feminine, with pale skin and slender brows and eyes. Most striking of all was the sword hanging at his waist-its scabbard was dark red, with faint scorch-like patterns. Though still sheathed, it naturally gave off a subdued, searing aura, as though it could burn all things to ashes, forming a subtle opposition to the Wind-Raising Sword's crisp essence of wind and thunder.
Two ancient characters were engraved on its hilt: City Incinerator!
The newcomer's identity spoke for itself.
The Wind-Raising Sword trembled slightly behind Lu Changfeng's waist, giving off a low hum, while a red gleam flashed across the scabbard of the City-Burning Sword at Xiao Zhu's side.