"Let me see if this sword can be of any use."
Ye Qingyun was merely trying to save a dead horse, as the saying went. He was completely out of options and just wanted to try his luck. He drew the Pure Yang Sword from the sword box once more. Then, holding the sword up, he gently tapped it against Mo Jianyang’s body.
Nothing happened. Mo Jianyang remained in his dull, catatonic state. Ye Qingyun’s face fell instantly.
Chapter 262