Early the next morning, Lin Tian got up early. Due to the daily practice, he had formed the habit of waking up early. At this time, the sun had just risen, making it the perfect time for training.
However, today he didn't rush to cultivate. Instead, he opened the small gate of the security window, crawled out, and jumped to the window outside Xiao Manxuan's room.
"Master, you finally came. Boo hoo, I've been waiting for ages..." The Sword Spirit immediately cried out, describing how it had endured the long night.
"Alright, alright, I know you've had it tough. I keep my word; this is your reward." Lin Tian opened his palm, and a wisp of purple flame flew out. Although it appeared as thin as a hair, it was enough for the Sword Spirit to digest for a long time.
The flame thread swirled and dove into the token, and the Sword Spirit immediately let out a satisfied hum. After a while, it said, "Thank you, Master."
