The small silver sword, about six or seven centimeters long, held in his hand, exhibited the same mysterious aura it had when in Xiao Qiushui's possession.
It lost its luster and gleam.
Appearing like an ordinary toy sword.
Even so, Jiang Ning was keenly aware of the extraordinary nature of this small silver sword.
After all, it pierced through his two layers of Golden Body and left a bloody mark on his palm.
The scene from just moments ago flashed through his mind again.
The small silver sword transformed into a sword pill and was swallowed by Xiao Qiushui.
At this thought, he couldn't help but gather clear water to seriously clean this toy-like small sword in his hand.
Then, he examined it carefully once more but still found nothing.
"Let's try recognizing it as master through a blood ritual!" Jiang Ning murmured, a thought rising in his mind.
Then.
