In an instant, the broken sword was replenished by spiritual energy, emitting a dazzling white light and flew out of the box, floating in the air.

Then, Thirty-Five's silly and cute voice rang out from the Self-Mutilating Sword, "Hoho! Master Host, I'm free! Do you believe it now? This is my true form."

Ming Fei's eyes almost popped out when she saw this scene. She swallowed, pointed at the broken sword in the air, then pointed at herself, and then looked at Yan Muhuai. She wanted to speak but couldn't make a sound because she was too shocked.

"Calm down and speak slowly." Yan Muhuai raised his hands and made a slowly pressing down gesture towards Mingfei.

Ming Fei slowly adjusted her breathing as his gestures indicated, "What the heck is this thing? Why can it control my body? It calls you 'Master Host'? That's a strange name, but I seem to have seen it somewhere..."

Her mind froze and she couldn't remember.

Yan Muhuai reminded her, "In the novel?"

"Yes!" Ming Fei clapped her hands. "It's the kind of system novels in novels. So, Mr. Yan, what is this thing?"

"It's just as you thought. It's a system bound to me." I forgot to tell Thirty-Five not to reveal his identity when I reminded him just now. As a result, this guy called "Host-sama" as soon as he opened his mouth, and there was no need to hide it anymore.

Ming Fei still couldn't digest it for a moment, and stared blankly at the floating broken sword.

Seeing the broken sword spinning in the air with radiant light, she asked, "Can your spiritual energy still hold up like this?"

As soon as she finished asking, the broken sword dimmed and fell vertically to the ground, and a ball of sky-blue slime fell out from it...