Sword Spirit was disheartened: "The Divine Sword is shattered."
"What about the fragments?"
Little Kingfisher had a lively mind and quickly proposed: "I can use divine fire to help you reconstruct the sword."
"I have the fragments."
Upon hearing the reconstruction of the sword, Sword Spirit's spirit lifted, took a deep breath, and spat out half a broken sword with a hilt.
"Jinghong Divine Sword!"
Lin Qingluo's eyes sparkled, she caressed the broken sword, unable to contain her excitement.
"Master."
Sword Spirit was filled with guilt: "Before the Divine Sword shattered and lost consciousness, everything was pitch black, and I couldn't retrieve all the fragments."
"Jinghong, it's not your fault. Having half of the broken sword is already great."
Lin Qingluo felt a sense of sadness in her heart. She rubbed the little head of Sword Spirit to comfort it.
"Master, let's reconstruct the sword body."
Little Kingfisher was impatient, eager to lend a hand.