Amidst the flowing silver light, an unquenched blade slowly rose, landing in her hand.
—Pan Ying!
Unlike Ji Jue's incomplete appearance before he left, after battles and Blood Sacrifices along the way, after several rounds of re-forging, the sword billet of Pan Ying has now exceeded two feet, with its Fierce Intent and violence becoming more intense.
But when it fell into Ye Xian's hand, it was silent as if all its mystical qualities faded away, appearing just like an incomplete iron sword.
It wasn't until she infused it with spiritual essence that strands of crimson began to spread from the spine of the sword, mysterious and enchanting, like a piece of bloodstone.
However, on the double-edged blade, a line of vibrant blade light was flawless.
After the cold light faded, it became as clear as water.
She flicked her finger, striking the sword's body, and instantly, a distant hum rose, reverberating gently within the study.
