"Little guy, drop a droplet of your blood onto the Xuantian Jiao Sword!" Ling Xuzi instructed.
"Alright." Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
He bit his finger, letting a drop of golden blood fall onto the Xuantian Jiao Sword. A flash of golden light, swiftly retracted, and an inexplicable sensation appeared in his heart.
"All done. Now this Xuantian Jiao Sword is yours." Ling Xuzi said.
With excitement, Zhang Xiaohao grabbed the Xuantian Jiao Sword with his right hand, feeling a cool and potent aura upon touch.
But Zhang Xiaohao was unmoved, carefully examining the Xuantian Jiao Sword and displaying a satisfied smile.
Ling Xuzi once again clapped with one hand, retrieving a golden Little Spirit King Sky Crown.
"This is the symbol of my Spirit Clan's sole heir, no weaker than the Mystic Sky Treasure! As for its power, you can study it slowly." Ling Xuzi smiled slightly.
