Lu Xuan on his side, was striving tirelessly to obtain that Eighth Grade Sword Grass Spirit Seed.
Inside the stone hut, robust Sword Intent and Slaughter Sword Intent churned intensely, provoking a slight prickling sensation on his skin.
He took no notice of it and pulled out from his small-sized book a variety of divine and extraordinary long swords, each with its own unique shape.
"Old buddy, I've come to see you," he said, looking down at the mottled sword scabbard not far ahead, his voice filled with deep concern.
The scabbard lay on the ground, motionless, as if it had seen through the worldly illusions and didn't want to bother with Lu Xuan.
"Look, what have I brought for you?"
A meaningful smile crept across Lu Xuan's face.
"The Peacock King Sword! Your old flame for many years! Seemingly upright and proper, but you know what I mean."
A golden giant sword appeared above the scabbard.
The scabbard trembled slightly as its spiritual nature finally began to change.