In the midst of drowsiness, in a blurry dream, You Su felt as if he had transformed into a sword.
This sword, in which divine will had been sealed for an unknown length of time, was born to be a magnificent sword of grandeur.
Yet this sword was held in the hands of a woman new to the Sword Dao.
Her performance disappointed You Su.
She shouldn't be using a broad sword like me; she should use a more delicate and reserved sword.
Wait... How is her comprehension of the Sword Dao so high?!
The seal actually loosened!
Woman! You truly are a genius of the Sword Dao! You should indeed use a broad sword like me!
Come, lift the cloth curtain over me and let me see your appearance!
I acknowledge you!
Dong!
Hey, no... If you don't want me to see, I won't, but why did you knock me unconscious...
...
"Master! I really didn't do it on purpose!"
You Su suddenly sat up from the bed, the blanket rolled to the side, revealing his chiseled chest.
