The sky in the small world was endless blue.
As the snow-white figure landed, Zhao Huai outside the wooden house stared in amazement and asked incredulously:
"You are the Sword Spirit of this sword?"
The white-robed woman's face was blurred, but one could still see the outlines of her once stunning features, with her jade-like arms and a mark shimmering on her forehead. She glanced at Zhao Huai and whispered:
"Like, very similar."
As Zhao Huai watched the woman walk gracefully towards him, he felt a sense of inexplicable unease. However, the woman continued in a soft voice:
"I am the remnants of an Immortal Sword's soul from the Ascension Realm. Now that you have broken through to the Rebirth Realm, you finally qualify to be my master."
"Hold on, what is your origin in the Ascension Realm, and why do you keep appearing in my dreams?"
Zhao Huai did not make any rash moves and asked cautiously.