When his consciousness existed, the sword was still intact, but what happened afterward, he couldn't be certain.
Xiang Beifei looked at the stone sword, his brows slightly furrowed.
The stone sword did not emit any fluctuations, yet it gave one a sense of ancient vicissitudes as if it had experienced countless battles and seen through the rise and fall of the world, becoming heavy and restrained.
Most importantly, it didn't emit any aura. To outsiders, it might look like a simple broken sword made of stone, but Xiang Beifei was certain that the sword would not be effective against Spiritual Power.
"It's called Wufeng."
A golden light flashed in Xiang Qingde's hand, as he simulated the lost blade of the broken stone sword with Spiritual Power.
