Luo Sanxian didn't seem very satisfied.
He held the "Immortal Trapping Sword," his gaze fixed, lips tightly pressed, as if he could no longer smile.
The Immortal Trapping Sword appeared to have some sentience, trembling slightly in his hand, as if trying to comfort him.
Luo Sanxian's expression became even more sullen, resembling the feeling of seeing one's own son return from a distant place dressed as a woman—unable to acknowledge, yet unable to deny the familial bond.
On Divine Fire Mountain, no one spoke.
Everyone silently watched the Immortal Trapping Sword in Luo Sanxian's hand, surreptitiously swallowing saliva.
Everyone understood—the situation was significant!
Haori Mountain had spent an era, expended countless spirit stones, and successfully refined a True Immortal level Immortal Trapping Sword into a Nascent Soul magical treasure...
Not to mention the chaos in Haori Mountain's spirit veins.
