"I have a friend to introduce to you, he is especially enthusiastic and enjoys communicating with exotic beings like you."
After the Sword Mystic Porcupine swallowed the Sword Grass, Lu Xuan smiled as he spoke.
The porcupine rolled over, transmitting a happy thought.
They roamed daily within the Sword Sect, and due to the countless sword blades on their surface, they looked fierce and threatening, so aside from certain disciples of the Hundred Artisans Sword Peak, few Sword Sect "Cultivators" or Spirit Beasts wished to interact with them.
Hearing Lu Xuan's words naturally pleased it.
"You're getting happy too soon; once you meet that colorful scabbard, it will be too late to regret."
A mysterious smile appeared on Lu Xuan's face.
"With so many different lengths and widths of sword blades, there's only one scabbard; it can't be everywhere at once."
He couldn't help but worry about the Nurturing Xuan Sword Sheath.