"Ha, swords are like people, there are many kinds. There is the upright and honorable sword, and there is the dark and treacherous sword. Neither is superior or inferior, neither is right or wrong."
The black-robed man extended his left hand, his fingers held in a hollow grasp. Amidst swirling black mist, a long sword wreathed in vapor materialized in his palm. He stroked the blade and said flatly, "Every Sword Servant is blessed with astonishing, peerless talent. Yet after all these years, you have not even awakened your own sword. It is somewhat disappointing."
"What has that to do with you?" Zhao Wujiang's gaze was cold. He knew that the sword the black-robed man spoke of was most likely the Tianjing residing within his body. But Tianjing had already fused with his spine; he could hardly pull it out, could he?
Chapter 84