Jia Xiantian suddenly looked up at Qinghe with a look in his eyes that was both worried and excited, extremely complex, "Originally, I thought it was impossible, that I was overthinking it. But now, it turns out to really be the case, can you show me the knife that saved me that day?"
Well, after hearing this, what's there not to understand? Apparently, her blood-sucking knife was that so-called Soul Devouring Knife. But seriously, isn't that name a bit too domineering? Although the knife is sharp and absorbs the blood that touches its blade, there's nothing else special about it. Devouring souls? Why not devouring heavens while at it, with just that little knife.
Qinghe pulled out the knife from her bag and casually tossed it to Jia Xiantian.