Watching the treasure sword hovering in the sky for three circles, then slowly descending in front of him, seemingly intimate and friendly, flickering and blooming with a faint light, humming softly.
Huangfu Yi was momentarily spellbound, clearly feeling the mutual pull between himself and the treasure sword, as if an invisible thread was connecting his brow directly to the sword guard, as though they were familiar with each other.
Even within the Inner Qi Sea, the two external True Qi that had been battling fiercely like snakes and dragons, twisting and killing within the meridians of his lungs, now seemed intimidated by the sword's might, immediately separating from each other, contracting into clusters like hedgehogs, locked in a standoff in the lungs and Dantian. There was even a faint hint of them joining forces, showing clear caution towards the Divine Weapon echoing with sword cries in Huangfu Yi's Divine Court.
This is the Immortal Fate...
"It truly is a flying sword..."
