Emperor Wu and the other officials were all astonished when they saw the irritated flying sword in the air.
This formidable weapon was quite the character.
Zuo Ming prompted Zuo Qingyu to subdue the sword, and she did as she was told.
She quickly chanted the spell.
All eyes were on the sword, and everyone wondered if it would surrender.
However, the old steward was flustered.
"This isn't right. The weapon belongs to Feng Wu. What's Zuo Qingyu doing?"
To his frustration, the weapon seemed baffled and actually stopped in midair. As Zuo Qingyu's chanting sped up, it slowly flew toward her.
Emperor Wu and the others watched with great interest, and the emperor rubbed his chin and nodded. "What an amazing sword."
Lord Mu cupped his hands at Zuo Ming and said, "Master Zuo, your family is so blessed. Zuo Qingluan is already the top teenage cultivator of her generation, and your second daughter seems to be as amazing as her sister."
