Zhao Sheng, upon seeing the Jade Pond, immediately had a gleam in his eyes, for it was the renowned Washing Spirit Pond!
He stepped forward, walked around the Washing Spirit Pond twice, and then extended his right hand, which wore the Sumeru Ring, to the center of the pond.
The next second, with a flash of clear light, a black-and-white long sword with its scabbard fell into the pond out of thin air, quickly submerged by the jade liquid, sinking to the bottom.
Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged and silently watched the Washing Spirit Pond, as if waiting for something.
He didn't have to wait long before bubbles suddenly appeared densely on the Jade Pond, a vortex emerged in the center, and the surface began to descend bit by bit, as if something below was absorbing the essence of the jade liquid.
At that moment, the bottom of the pond suddenly emitted a sword chant, which carried a strong sense of joy.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng finally showed a slight smile.
