However, after refining it anew, Xuanxiao certainly didn't dare to swallow the Flying Sword into his body to nurture it; even using it required the utmost caution. It was a double-edged sword—one misstep, and he might end up killing himself with it.
The venom of this toxic cauldron had no antidote whatsoever; apart from the hunchbacked old man, no one could cure it—or more accurately, no one who hadn't cultivated the Nameless Art could cure it.
Xuanxiao took a deep breath, looking at the ferocious green little sword hovering before him, quite satisfied at heart.
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