Flying around for fun was something it liked.
Xiao Jiu left.
Not long after, the broken blade arrived at a mountain and gently stabbed into the ground.
The ground trembled slightly, and countless swords buzzed.
Clang...
A crisp sound of a sword being unsheathed suddenly sounded in front. The ground cracked open, and an ancient sword case flew out.
Its sword was drawn, and it had a pair of crossguards that looked like wings. It was very cool.
"Who is it?!" A delicate voice came from the sword.
"?" Wang Ye.
Good heavens, could this crossguard be another consciousness?
So senior Xiao Tao had one body but three souls?
Amazing!
Moreover, this voice sounded even younger, only about 11 or 12 years old.
"Hmph! Who do you think I am?" the broken blade snorted coldly, "Hurry up and come back!"