The secluded spaces within the empty dining hall were all filled with different scenery.
While Damien sat silently and meditated in wait, the others continued trying to subdue their weapons.
Currently, Feng Qing'er was within a space filled with flames. But in front of her own Reincarnation Flames, they couldn't do any damage at all.
The massive greatsword in front of her was standing like an obedient pet, not daring to get closer. It was the effect of something similar to bloodline suppression.
"Good girl. From now on, you and I will be partners, okay?" Feng Qing'er spoke softly.
She had fallen in love with the sword as soon as she saw it, and the sword seemed to feel the same, judging by how docile it was acting.
The problem was, she had to coax the sword endlessly to allow her to form a connection with it. Even though it wanted to be with her, or was quite loyal to its previous master.