Two seconds later, a pitch-black longsword appeared in Gu Fangzheng's hands, his originally decadent demeanor became especially grave. When he swung the ink sword, it felt as hefty as a mountain, bringing an exceptionally heavy sensation to those around.
"I understand." The girl nodded, positioning her sword in front of her. Her eyes slightly closed and her left fingers slowly caressed the blade. Intricate phoenix bird patterns emerged on the snowy-white sword edge, and then, a Qing Luan feather pattern reflected on her forehead.
Then she lowered her hands, and faintly behind her, a pair of wings sprouted, the soft red rosy glow instantly filled the sky behind her.
'Sky-dyeing Bi Sword - Sea Sky Rosy Clouds'
