Su Yuan finally understood that when dealing with a capricious Sword Emblem like the Profound Strange Sword, no amount of effort to enhance fondness is effective.
It must be loved fiercely!
To love it until it fears its master at the mere sight, to love it until the thought of resistance makes it tremble, only then can it be wielded as an extension of one's arm.
If there were a fear panel corresponding to fondness, then as long as the fear level is raised high enough, it could achieve the same effect as fondness.
After a cordial exchange with the Profound Strange Sword Spirit, utilizing his innate love, thirty minutes had passed since Su Yuan was hung on the pyre.
As another flash of Spiritual Light entered Wei Yuxiu's Mud Ball Palace, he quickly rubbed his head and said:
"Su Yuan, stop burning me. The inspiration I've gained from this sacrifice is more than enough. Any more and my Sea of Knowledge is going to explode!"
