Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! With three successive bites, the Zigui Sword took a treasure in each gulp and swallowed them whole.
After just a few breaths, the glow of the Zigui Sword faded. *Blech!* It spat out a pile of multicolored slag. Finished, it very consciously returned to Zhou Chuan's spiritual sea, lining up beside his natal sword.
After a heavy meal, it was time for a beauty sleep.
Chapter 889