The Sword Spirit was delicate and exquisite, about a meter tall. She was dressed in a pale cyan robe, her black hair tied with a ribbon, looking like a shrunken little human—quite adorable. At that moment, she was rubbing her eyes with both hands. Though no tears fell, she looked as if she were crying...
However...
This Little Sword Spirit's appearance...
Wang Mu was dumbfounded. Isn't this Yan Qingwu? What's going on? Why does this Sword Spirit look so much like Yan Qingwu?
Moreover, her clothing bears some resemblance to Yan Qingwu's from back then. She looks exactly like a miniature version of her, and she really does look quite nice...
"Um, you are..." Wang Mu glanced at her a few times. "Do you know me?"
The Little Sword Spirit paused, flew to Wang Mu's side, and shook her head, "I don't know you..."
"..." Wang Mu was speechless. If you don't know me, why are you making such a fuss?
