After taking a sip of tea, Xiao Mo opened the box and took out the Flying Sword and the piece of white paper.
Just as Fairy Jiang had said, this sword was a Seventh-Grade Magical Artifact, perfect for him to use at his current Realm.
All he had to do was let a drop of his blood fall onto this miniature Flying Sword, and then insert it into Si Li's brow.
Then, whatever he asked Si Li, she would have to answer truthfully. Otherwise, she would suffer a heart-devouring pain.
Furthermore, after the sword was inserted, Si Li would have to receive a wisp of his Sword Qi every day.
If more than three days passed without receiving Sword Qi, her meridians would be thrown into chaos by the sword, and she would die a violent death.
Of course, this Magical Artifact was only effective against those in the Qi Cultivation Realm and mortals.
But that was enough.
'And she said she didn't know any "Truth-Telling" Magic.' Looking at the longsword, Xiao Mo shook his head speechlessly.
