"What is this?" Xie Qinghe curiously bent down to look at the shadowy figure of Nangong Wanrou appearing on the sword.

Her hands were tied behind her back by Li Chuan, making her bent posture somewhat comical.

Li Chuan said, "This is my sword spirit."

Xie Qinghe was amazed, "Junior Brother, your sword actually has a spirit! Did you buy this from the Sect's Magical Treasure Pavilion? You've struck it rich!"