Meng Qing shook her head, her beautiful eyes filled with anticipation.
Although she hadn't known Lin Hao for long, she undoubtedly already considered him the person closest to her. She didn't want anything to happen to him.
The Evil-Slaying Sword belonged to Mingjian Manor, and she was genuinely worried that Lin Hao dared to treat it this way.
Hearing Lin Hao's question, she was eager to know the answer.
"This sword possesses a righteous aura," Lin Hao said, gently stroking the Evil-Slaying Sword.
Meng Qing was bewildered.
"Ten years to forge a sword to slay Evil Demons, one strike's cold gleam chills forty prefectures. The one who forged this sword not only had a righteous aura, but also ambition."
As he spoke, the Evil-Slaying Sword hummed and CLANGED within its sheath.
Meng Qing still didn't understand.
