"'Jiang,' what a fine name. Then, are you willing to take the sword in my hand and protect your people?"
The beautiful Luo River Goddess blinked and crouched halfway down before Jiang Yang, offering him the Stone Sword, a warm smile spreading across her face, lovely as peach blossoms.
Looking at the familiar Stone Sword Feng Luobin held out before him, Jiang Yang's mouth twitched.
What was this, bestowing the sword I forged upon me so I could slay fierce beasts?
Jiang Yang had recognized it too. This Sword in the Stone was precisely the sword he had forged from a large rock during the Golden Age and given to Filiya's tribe.
The Stone Sword itself was not a divine artifact, but the will of Jiang Yang contained within it had elevated it to the sacred.
Moreover, Jiang Yang sensed a kingly aura brimming with virtue upon this Stone Sword.
It had clearly been left behind by one of the Stone Sword's former wielders, though he did not know which.
The person who used this sword was interesting too. A pity they were buried in the years in the end, and we cannot meet.
He sighed inwardly, gave his former little disciple another speechless look, and took the Stone Sword from Feng Luobin, raising it high in his hand.
"Thank you, Goddess, for bestowing this sword!"
Jiang Yang shouted.
Whatever else might be said, he was now a mortal of the Fuxi Tribe. He had to play his part to the fullest!
He also had to give the Luo River Goddess her due.
"Good child, favored by the divine sword. Please use this sword to slay that Nine-Headed Fierce Beast!"
Feng Luobin smiled brightly. Finding the handsome boy before her truly adorable, she suddenly stepped forward as though possessed and