The golden light vanished in a flash, but it confirmed that Murong Xian'er was a light-attribute professional.
"May I begin?" Murong Xian'er asked Ye Weiyang with a smile.
Ye Weiyang came to her senses and quickly said, "Please."
Murong Xian'er stepped forward and slowly opened the wooden box, revealing the Goddess of Light's Aria. She knew that the divine sword's pitch-black appearance was not its true form.
The divine sword had sealed itself. Only someone who could break that seal would be able to see its original appearance.
Murong Xian'er lifted the Goddess of Light's Aria with both hands. Her heart was filled with reverence and deep respect for the divine sword and its owner.
At that moment, Ye Weiyang and Feng Ling'er on the auction stage, along with the hundreds of distinguished guests below, held their breath and quietly watched Murong Xian'er.
Quite a few people were captivated by the sight of three stunningly beautiful girls standing onstage together, secretly comparing which of them was the most beautiful.
Of course, the vast majority were watching to see whether Murong Xian'er could break the divine sword's seal.
After all, no matter the era, the Temple Alliance desperately needed figures like Ye Wushang and the Child of Reincarnation.
Even if that person was a girl, she would still earn the respect of all humanity.
Murong Xian'er had a strong affinity for the light element. Moreover, as a priest, she possessed a kind heart filled with light.
As she held the Goddess of Light's Aria in both hands, boundless sorrow filled her heart. She grieved for the sword.
Murong Xian'er could sense the aura it exuded-the feelings of deathly stillness, sorrow, and solemnity.
Suddenly, she had the feeling that this sword had not been sealed. It had died.
How could a sword