"The Qin Clan?"
Xumi's gaze instantly pierced the vast distance. When he saw the Sword Light racing toward him like wind and lightning, dragging Qin Fengyi behind it with her presence in disarray, his expression shifted slightly.
The Sword Light seemed to sense his presence as well. It grew even more excited, its speed surging as it shot before Xumi in the blink of an eye.
As the Sword Light flickered, it simply flung Qin Fengyi down.
Qin Fengyi tumbled down in a sorry state. Fortunately, she had not depleted too much of her Law Power and steadied herself in time.
The Fourth-Tier Sword Artifact then began circling Xumi.
Although Qin Fengyi was only its temporary master and was unfamiliar with the Sword Artifact, even she could discern its excitement and agitation.
From within the Sword Artifact, a halting voice formed from sword cries rang out:
"...It... gone, let me... come..."
Hearing the Sword Artifact's voice, a rare trace of gentleness flashed through Xumi's eyes. His sleeve floated up softly, like a hand, and stroked the blade as though petting a little beast.
The Sword Artifact immediately let out a clear, joyous cry.
Watching the Sword Artifact behave so obediently, Qin Fengyi could not help feeling a bitter ache.
She had the illusion that a cold, arrogant man she had worked so hard to win over had been bewitched senseless by some other vixen and was willingly acting like a dog.
"Pah, pah, pah!"
Qin Fengyi hurriedly swept those wild thoughts from her mind.
Senior Xumi was no vixen. He was an expert with a chance of reaching Spirit Transformation.
Xumi also spoke to the Sword Artifact, a rare occurrence, and even showed considerably more patience:
"Though its body is cracked, it has become one with me. You seek to