But what could anger and unwillingness do? This sword had to belong to her. Ning Xiaoxian gritted her teeth, continuously drawing divine power from her inner core to her right palm, struggling to pull it closer bit by bit.
Don't fuss; once I throw you back into the sword box, everything will be fine. I'm not throwing you back into the furnace to be reforged, so why are you running away so swiftly? She silently cursed a few times in her heart.
Seeing that the Nanming Lihuo Sword was indeed getting closer to the stone box, Jiu Mo and Qi Zai, who had been fully concentrating, also relaxed slightly.
At this moment, Ning Xiaoxian suddenly felt an astonishing heat in the palm of her hand.
