"Let's see if this sword can be of any use."
Ye Qingyun was merely clutching at straws, treating the dead horse as if it were still alive. He was truly at his wit's end and simply hoping to try his luck. He drew the Pure Yang Sword from the sword case once more, then held the blade up and tapped it gently against Mo Jianyang’s body.
Nothing happened. Mo Jianyang remained in his dull, catatonic state. Ye Qingyun’s face fell instantly. "Damn it, this is useless."
Chapter 262