Bu Zheng was worried and somewhat angry about Lin Feng's obstinacy.
He had witnessed his own friend being mercilessly devoured by this Celestial Punishment Sword, and thus did not wish to see Lin Feng repeat the same mistake.
This sword, as the weapon of an Emperor of an Alien Race, had devoured endless blood and already birthed a sword spirit.
The sword spirit was extremely evil and bloodthirsty; if one wasn't careful, it could devour its owner's life.
"Go back and change weapons. Even if you refine this Celestial Punishment Sword now, there will come a day when, if you are injured or weakened, the sword spirit will sense it and devour you without hesitation, regardless of its refinement. Now, while I'm still in the Library Pavilion, I'll give you one more chance."
Bu Zheng's tone became somewhat impatient.
Bu Zheng did not like to waste words.
Although he was the dean of the Martial Arts Academy, at Red Cloud University, he did not teach classes or have his own students.
