Wan Haihao squinted slightly.
So...
This time, has the Sword Master finally gotten serious?
The moment that blue Spirit Sword was held in Lin Qiubai's hand, Wan Haihao experienced an illusion—it felt as if he had transformed into that azure sword tearing through the night sky!
"No!"
"This can't be an illusion!"
Wan Haihao shook his head and took a different approach: "When the Sword Master was first learning Chinese, he once said that my soul was intertwined with his sword..."
"Is this the reason?"
He had to admit, becoming a weapon in someone else's hand felt very strange!
If Lin Qiubai were a sword immortal lady, that would be one thing.
But two grown men, there was always a hint of awkwardness in the air.
However...
Lin Qiubai himself should probably despise this kind of "invisible bond" more than he does, right?
The Seven Vortex Sword Master, such a proud person...
As Wan Haihao pondered, Zhu Hanyi, standing beside him, had an unusually excited demeanor.
