Sitting cross-legged in the cave, Lin Mo opened his eyes again. His dark pupils sparkled with brilliance. He slowly stood up, clenched his fists, and couldn't hide his excitement on his face. "The third move, I should be able to perform it now. Let's go out and try."
He eagerly rushed out from the cave and landed on the giant rock beside the pond.
"Xuanyuan Sword."
Lin Mo called out softly, extending his palm. From the clear, icy pond water, a ray of light shot straight out, carrying a string of glistening water droplets.
Chirp!
The Xuanyuan Sword drew an arc in mid-air, emitting a clear sound, hovering in the sky, seeming quite cheerful.
These past days, Lin Mo had been nurturing the Xuanyuan Sword at the bottom of the cold pond.
"Come!"
He whispered lightly, and the Xuanyuan Sword flew into Lin Mo's hand. Holding the cold hilt, his gaze slowly swept over the blade, then bursting forth with two clusters of dazzling brilliance.
