"Uncle, what's wrong? Is there something amiss with me?"
Seeing Yang Xiao staring at her,
his expression shifting uncertainly, the Bloodthirsty Sword Spirit, her dignified face as lovely as a Divine Maiden's, couldn't help but look bewildered.
"You don't know?"
Yang Xiao asked in return.
"Am I supposed to know?"
The Bloodthirsty Sword Spirit looked even more confused.
"Er, alright. Let's get down to business."
Yang Xiao took a deep breath, avoiding the Bloodthirsty Sword Spirit's gaze.
"Mhm. Uncle, are you trying to draw over this elder's Divine Soul Brand?"
"That's right. Do you have a way?"
"Of course! It's a piece of cake. Just watch."
The Bloodthirsty Sword Spirit gave a small smile, one that could topple kingdoms.
"Done."
In just a moment, the Bloodthirsty Sword Spirit had drawn over Ye Tianjue's Divine Soul Brand.
The process was completely effortless.
Yang Xiao was stunned.
'That was incredibly fast.'
