It's just that Qi Xiu couldn't quite pinpoint where this unease was coming from.
Silently, he formed a spell from within the wide sleeves of his robe.
Qi Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of purple slowly emerged from the depths of his pupils.
Observing Qi Skill!
In an instant, everything before his eyes transformed into a special black-and-white vision.
Qi Xiu slowly turned his gaze toward the tall and upright figure of Dong Xingzhou.
"This is..."
His complexion subtly changing, Qi Xiu, through the vision of the Observing Qi Skill, clearly saw a broken sword standing erect behind Dong Xingzhou.
The sword was entirely black, as if it devoured all light, and its body exuded a dense demonic aura, making one feel as if they could hear sinister whispers emanating from within.
The blade was fractured in the middle, its broken edge jagged and uneven.
A dark, cold, and exceedingly sharp hint of bloody light faintly circulated along the heavy, angular edge of the sword.
