Su Yie in the medicine pool stared at the sword, his expression somewhat peculiar.
How could a sword fly over here?
He swept out with his Divine Sense. Within its range, there were no traces of other creatures, which meant it wasn't an attack.
If it were an attack, the deviation would be embarrassingly off the mark.
With a wave of his right hand, he drew the sword to him. He didn't touch it with his hand, instead using mana to keep it suspended in front of him.
At first glance, the treasured sword looked like an ordinary blade, with no restrictions, its slender edge gleaming, as though it were a sword meant for a young maiden's use.
"This sword is very strange. It appears ordinary, yet it was able to travel here from the depths of the universe at an incredibly fast speed—a normal sword simply could not withstand such velocity," said Feng Long within Su Yie's mind, his words filled with wariness.
This kind of inexplicable feeling is often the most dangerous.
