"Hoo~"
Amidst a surge of energy, a phantom emerged from the dagger.
Deng Yuxiang paused his movement of pouring wine, and Lu Ran immediately turned to look.
A spirit of the dagger?
It was a female figure, seemingly twenty-seven or eight years old, with cold indifference written all over her face.
She wore a white cloak and hood, with strands of long hair drifting beside her face, giving a somewhat melancholic beauty.
Presumably, this was the original owner's form of the divine weapon.
But when the artifact spirit saw the man being executed on his knees, there was finally a change in her expression.
She smiled.
It was a triumphant smile of ultimate revenge!
She looked on for a full ten seconds before turning to face Lu and Deng.
Especially towards Lu Ran!
Her smile vanished, replaced by a hostile expression, as if sensing his possession of multiple divine weapons.
"Come." Deng Yuxiang extended his hand, signaling the dagger to fly over.
