"Qingxian, this sword… you used it before?"
Li Wuyuan was holding my original life-bound sword, eyes dark.
I was eating spirit fruit. "Yeah, my old one."
Clang!
One slash, eight pieces.
Fragments scattered across the floor.
I stared.
He expressionlessly handed me his own blood-stained demonic sword.
"Use mine from now on."
His ears were scarlet.
"Only I can be your sword."