After the Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber returned to tranquility, the blade no longer emitted a scorching hot temperature, displaying a dark red hue. Holding it in the hand still gave a feeling akin to warm skin, as if the blade had life and was breathing.
An indescribable and strange sensation traveled from the hilt to Jiang Dali's hand and heart.
Though not visible, nor audible, he could sense the concealed killing intent and power within the Fire Qilin Blade, vaguely feeling a kinship as if connected to his own bloodline.
However, beneath this intimacy lay a hidden, intense ferocity and defiant resistance.
"Could it be that this blade has already become sentient?"
Jiang Dali felt its mystery, and with a light swing of his arm, the saber, weighing over three hundred catties, transformed into tens of thousands of red beams in the air. Though appearing dazzling and light, each saber stroke had the weight of thousands of catties, unbearable for ordinary people.
