The remnant sword re-entered the soil, returned to Yang Fan's side, and emitted a thought full of resentment.
"Master... she... has no Essence Blood..."
Feeling the remnant sword's depression, Yang Fan smiled bitterly and thought to himself: It seems that what this remnant sword truly needs is a man's Essence Blood; a woman's blood is of no use.
But, didn't it know from the beginning that a woman's Essence Blood was useless?
"Since it doesn't, why did you choose her?"
"I... I don't know..."
"Can't you tell the difference between men and women?" Yang Fan laughed bitterly.
"Men... Women?" Clearly, the remnant sword was confused.
Yang Fan sighed and thought to himself: It makes sense; it's just a spirit born from a remnant sword, incomplete and ignorant of many things; it's understandable.
"All right, hold on a bit longer; I'll point you to someone with Essence Blood to kill..."
