What kind of rule is it that forbids a sword spirit from turning against its master?
He had been asleep for a thousand years, and when he woke up from the chaos, he inexplicably became her sword spirit. Chu Jiang was the one who broke the seal, and he was also the one who took Hualing to the sword grave. And this mere mortal was able to withstand the sword energy of the ancient divine sword and form a blood pact with him. The more he thought about it, the more suspicious he felt, and he always felt that the bastard surnamed Chu was involved. That guy is no pushover, and I don’t know what his intentions are. Sooner or later, I’m going to find out.
Jiang Yu looked down at Hua Ling, who was breathing evenly. She looked like just a pretty little girl, with rosy lips and white teeth.
His finger slowly reached out, stopping in front of her fine, blonde hair, before withdrawing again after a moment.
“Just a little girl.’