"Little girl, put that saber down! Don't let its saber qi wound you."
An Gongyu shouted in warning.
"No, that's not right. Given the Red Blood Saber's usual malevolence, she should have been severely wounded by its saber qi by now. There's no way she could just carry it out. Could it be that the Red Blood Saber was in the treasury for so long that it lost its Spiritual Essence and became an ordinary Magical Artifact?"
Meng Sima said, puzzled.
He inspected it with his Dharma Eye. The Red Blood Saber was gleaming with Spiritual Light, its Spiritual Essence concealed deep within. It was clearly an Upper-Grade Spiritual Artifact, showing no signs of its Spiritual Essence having faded.
"Meng Sima, is there something unusual about this saber?"
Seeing their reactions, Yang Jing knew that the Red Blood Saber was no ordinary Spiritual Artifact.
"There's a long story behind this saber," Meng Sima said gravely.
