Bai Yunlong's mind went blank; how had this sword become so unfamiliar? Was this truly his sword?
Impossible.
But if it weren't, how could the sword have automatically come into his hands? It was entirely impossible.
Yet, it was hard to imagine that the sword, against all odds, turned itself over to Ling Tianyu, with even greater power than before.
Could it be that this sword truly belonged to the True Martial Saint?
Bai Yunlong was baffled, completely at a loss.
Even the Lazy God and the others were equally bewildered, except for Duan Yanran who understood the situation.
Her man had said that when the Flying Dance Armor fell apart, he hadn't expected to find it here; it was a complete surprise.
Perhaps fate had already determined it.
The Flying Dance Sword in Ling Tianyu's hand released an extremely dense Sword Qi, showing a completely new form, refreshed.
Encountering its previous master, naturally, it was incomparable.
