Pei Ye could almost feel a trace of delight from it, as though it had never encountered so many of its "own kind" before. Glaze swept through them again and again, clinking against every sword. The sword current that could have torn a person into ten thousand pieces seemed to be a delightful bath to it.
Only when not a single sword remained under Sword Flow's control, and the Sword Flood Dragon had fallen into utter disarray, twisting chaotically on the cliff terrace as it sorted out the displaced, jumbled blades within its body one by one,
did Glaze sweep back, circling close beside Pei Ye like a clingy little cat.
Pei Ye could not help smiling. Holding its hilt, he gently stroked the crimson heart beneath the blade and received a faintly tingling tremor in return.
These days, either danger had crowded upon danger or his own spirits had been poor. Glaze had rarely shown such delight before him, and he, too, seldom lay across a table anymore, poking it back and forth with the curiosity and fond fascination of their earliest days together.
Yet Famous Swords possessed spirit, and [Heart-Slaying Glaze] was especially sensitive to the human heart. As soon as the boy's spirits had lifted a little, it had nestled up to him.
Smiling, Pei Ye released it and walked toward the Sword Flood Dragon. He now knew what it had been staring at earlier.
-Hanging at his waist was the older Soul-Seizing Pearl, already filled to capacity.
Pei Ye stopped before it. It had neither suffered grievous injury nor died as a living creature would have, but was merely reorganizing its body slowly.
Lowering his head, Pei Ye knelt on one knee and held down a temporarily powerless sword. Unlike the utterly simple sword he had