The man looked at the black longsword with a pale and somewhat fearful expression.
Feng Ruqing held the longsword in her hand. She smiled and walked toward the man.
"I have kept this sword in my dantian for quite some time, and it has never been stained with blood. Oh, I forgot… You don't have blood..."
The man's eyes were wary. "Are you threatening me with this sword?"
He somehow felt an unprecedented threat when faced with this sword.
This sense of danger caused his body to tremble, not daring to make drastic moves.
Feng Ruqing smiled. "Unfortunately, my sword is missing a sword soul… You came just in time."
"You..." The man stared at Feng Ruqing with widened eyes.
He only tried to possess her body, but this woman wanted to make him a sword soul and trap him in this sword for the rest of his life!
How could she be so vicious?
