Xiao Zheng's body came to a halt, gazing at the corner not far away. There lay a long sword of ancient design, which appeared quite heavy and lacked a sharp edge.
Mystical Sky Battle Sword!
Before entering the secret chamber, Xiao Zheng had always carried the Mystical Sky Battle Sword with him, and after entering the chamber for training, he placed the sword on the wall. If not for catching a glimpse of this Mystical Sky Battle Sword earlier, he might have accidentally left it behind.
"Very strange."
Xiao Zheng murmured to himself.
As a Martial Saint, with powerful spiritual power, forgetting something was almost impossible for him. Why did he nearly forget this Mystical Sky Battle Sword when he was just walking out?
"Could it be some kind of hint from the Mystical Sky Battle Sword?" As Xiao Zheng pondered the reason, a thought suddenly surged into his mind, and his eyes lit up.
