Wu Qing formed a sign with his fingers to command the blade, but the Sky Li Sword didn't react at all.
Stunned, he moved his fingers again.
Still nothing.
"Young Master Wu, stop messing around!" Xing Zhao said urgently, a bad premonition creeping into his heart.
Wu Qing was on the verge of tears. "I'm not messing around! It... it doesn't seem to be obeying my commands anymore!"
"Impossible!" Wang Lang interjected. "I've heard that the Sky Li Sword has been nourished for years with the Essence Blood of the Wu Family's Direct Lineage and has long since gained sentience. You are the future patriarch of the Wu Family; how could it possibly disobey you!"
Panicked, Wu Qing bit his finger open.
This time, the Sky Li Sword finally reacted and flew toward him.
Wu Qing sighed in relief, as did Xing Zhao, Wang Lang, and the others.
But in the next moment, all of their eyes widened in shock.
SWISH!
