The Dragon Sparrow emerged from the body.
Red light suffused, hazy and indistinct.
Wearing a light and graceful ancient palace dress, Qin Yitian, as fervent as fire, appeared before Lu Qingshan, smile brimming.
Lu Qingshan felt his mouth and tongue somewhat dry.
"Are you Yitian, or a princess?" he asked.
If counting by Dao Source Realm time, he and Qin Yitian had been separated for twenty-to-thirty years.
This was an exceptionally long period for Lu Qingshan.
"I am Qin Yitian, the princess of the State of Qin, and also the Dragon Sparrow Sword Spirit Qin Yitian," the sword spirit maiden looked directly into Lu Qingshan's dark eyes, her phoenix eyes as if painted with ink, "Young master, even though my memories of the State of Qin have returned, no matter what, I am your sword, always have been."
"This will never change."
Lu Qingshan exhaled slowly, a complex emotion stirring in his chest.
Everything in the Dao Source Realm, was it the cause, or the effect?
