Returning to his Immortal Cave, Song Yan rested for a while.
The night passed without incident.
The next morning, Song Yan sat cross-legged in his cultivation chamber, a Flying Sword laid horizontally before him.
Spiritual light flowed around the sword body, with Sword Qi subtly entwined.
Calling it a Flying Sword was actually inaccurate, as it was a Mortal Weapon.
Lord Lin.
At this moment, it had been completely refined by Song Yan.
Although Song Yan knew from the beginning that it was a Mortal Weapon, it was, after all, a sword body that a Sword Cultivator Senior had used all the way to the Late Stage Foundation Establishment Realm, only replacing it after his Breakthrough to Golden Core.
He always felt there should be something special about it, or some hidden secret.
However, there was nothing.
Indeed, how could all the good fortune in the world fall to him alone?
