Kenneth Yi gave Ghost Guest a meaningful look and smiled without saying a word.

Ghost Guest gathered spiritual energy into his flying sword, spreading his spiritual sense to control the bronze sword, which wobbled as it took off.

Although he knew the trick to sword control, this was his first time actually doing it.

Firstly, he had been too busy cultivating to practice. Secondly, his Metal Spirit Root was only twenty percent, so no matter how much he practiced, he could never control the sword as effortlessly as Mark Ye.