Qing Yueqiu followed the Glazed Butterfly forward.
Before she knew it, she was encountering more and more Glazed Butterflies made of Sword Qi along the path. As if she were a sweet, fragrant flower, all the Sword Qi butterflies swarmed around her.
Finally, escorted by the swarm of butterflies, Qing Yueqiu saw a sword plunged deep into the water of a spring.
The entire sword had a translucent, glazed texture. When light hit it, it scattered into rainbow-colored halos, as if streaks of divine light were flowing across its surface, revealing an aura of extraordinary sanctity.
Luminous.
Subconsciously, Qing Yueqiu spoke the sword's name.
At the same time, she knew that by speaking the sword's true name, she had become its master.
Qing Yueqiu grasped the hilt with both hands and began to pull the sword free.
