"Qingshuang, sweetheart, are you done practicing?"
Ye Haochuan vaguely sensed that a familiar wave emanated from the longsword before him, as if there was some mysterious connection between this dragon-shaped hollow sword and himself.
"I don't know... I can't control it anymore..."
Zhu Qingshuang helplessly spread her hands, looking quite aggrieved. Now it felt like she wasn't practicing the sword; rather, the sword was borrowing her strength to perfect itself.
"Uh..."
Hearing this, Ye Haochuan's expression turned strange. Zhu Qingshuang's aggrieved look really made him want to laugh, but he knew that if he really laughed, it wouldn't end well for him.
Buzz~
At that moment, a peculiar sound came from the dragon-shaped hollow sword floating in midair, and then this sword actually swooped towards Ye Haochuan.
"Damn!"
