He took a few steps forward and approached the sword, gripped the hilt, and pulled it from the debris. “You asked for this,” he said softly. After hundreds of years, Fangxin had finally returned to his hands, and it moaned softly in Xie Lian’s grip. Standing close by, Hua Cheng’s eye also flashed sharply at the sound of that sword’s incessant cry.
even the sword wants xie lian
