"Just hold my waist with one hand..." At such close proximity, the Combat God felt an intense masculine aura approaching her, making her heartbeat race.
"Okay."
Wang Dadong quickly released his tight embrace on the Combat God, changing it to holding her with one hand.
"Summon the Fighting Sword!"
The Combat God murmured softly.
Wang Dadong did as instructed again, extending his hand to summon the Fighting Sword into his hand.
The Combat God took a deep breath and slowly extended one hand to encircle Wang Dadong's waist, while her other hand tapped the hilt of the Fighting Sword.
As the Combat God's hand touched the Fighting Sword, Wang Dadong could clearly feel a pleasant emotion emanating from the sword.
Clearly, although the Combat God had severed the Spiritual Imprint with the Fighting Sword, having been together for over twenty years, the sword still remembered her aura.
