"Alright!"
Feiyan had no objections. She nodded and reignited the flames in the Pill Furnace.
Right then, the Blade of the Apocalypse said again, "Man, this guy is so long!"
"Uh..."
Ling Feng was instantly speechless.
"What's wrong?"
Feiyan saw the change in Ling Feng's expression and asked in puzzlement.
"Nothing. I just suddenly realized this Blade of the Apocalypse is a chatterbox." Ling Feng said with a wry smile.
"..."
Feiyan was also a bit at a loss for words, then said, "Weapon souls have their own personalities too. All I can say is, your luck's pretty good."
Ling Feng: "..."
At this moment he had already ordered the Blade of the Apocalypse in his mind to shut up, but this guy had clearly just woken up and simply couldn't stop!
Even though he wasn't talking to it anymore, the Blade of the Apocalypse kept muttering away on its own without end. Ling Feng had no choice but to ask, "Is there any way to make a Martial Soul shut up?"
