The rounded hilt felt remarkably comfortable in his grip.
He swung the sword a few times in succession. Light shimmered off the blade, and a powerful sword aura filled the air. He sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes tightly, and began to carefully perceive the presence of the Yitian Sword.
As his consciousness attempted to seize control of the sword, a repelling force erupted from within, desperately trying to push his consciousness out. Lin Ce narrowed his eyes, intensifying his mental focus several times over. Under his suppression, the energy inside the Yitian Sword began to wane, as if it were finally bowing to his will.
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