Yichenzi's eyes burned with such fierce excitement that old tears almost welled up.
For thousands of years, he had never ceased dreaming of owning a spirit blade that resonated perfectly with his own soul. Now, his eyes were locked onto the Golden Flame Blade with an unblinking intensity.
Seeing this, though reluctant, Ye Long knew his current situation was exceedingly delicate. The tense, hair-trigger atmosphere from moments before was still fresh in his memory.
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