"Who said I'm out of options?"
Luo Feng came to his senses, laughed, and reached out. "Give me your sword."
"Sword?"
He Qin didn't understand, but she still unfastened her sword and handed it to Luo Feng.
The sword was one foot seven inches long, with the words 'Cold Snow' engraved on the hilt. Its sheath, adorned with only a few fine lines, was simple yet majestic. A sharp aura emanated from it, palpable even through the scabbard, as if the sword could leap out to kill at any moment.
"Good sword!"
Luo Feng nodded in approval and stored the sword in his storage ring.
Watching Luo Feng's serious expression, He Qin's slender hands clenched, and her bright eyes trembled slightly. Can he really help me comprehend Sword Intent?
Luo Feng put away the sword, took a few steps to the side, holding the Tiger Soul Saber that was nearly as tall as himself, and looked at He Qin.
HUM!
