"You, a sword spirit, absorbing the sword's energy?" Lin Tian asked, puzzled.
"Brother, you don't know my suffering. I'm without hands and feet, abandoned in this desolate place, without food or drink. A sword spirit also needs to absorb energy to grow. If I don't absorb the sword's energy, I might have vanished into thin air." The sword spirit lamented, seemingly genuine, not pretending.
Lin Tian thought for a moment and suddenly laughed, "You're only telling half the truth. It's true that a sword spirit needs to absorb energy, but the Sword of the King wasn't abandoned here; it was sealed."
"The legend says the Great Mage once warned King Arthur not to lose the sheath of the Sword of the King, otherwise he might be harmed by it. When I first saw this, I thought it was odd. How could the Sword of the King harm its own master?"
