It resembled a giant dragon galloping forward, carrying immense momentum, and swiftly rushed towards the Crimson Phoenix.
The moment the spiritual energy touched the sword, it seemed to activate some ancient power that had been dormant for a long time. In an instant, the entire space trembled and shone brightly.
Within the light, countless ancient runes seemed to emerge, shimmering with a mysterious glow, echoing the aura surrounding Qin Qianluo.
A moment later, a clear and melodious sword cry, like the roar of a dragon and the cry of a phoenix, suddenly rang out.
The sound resounded throughout the entire space, as if it wanted to break through the constraints of this space and reach the distant horizon.
The sound of the sword seemed to contain endless joy and excitement, as if the sword itself was cheering for its reunion with its master.
The sound, as loud as a great bell and as melodious as the sound of a zither, echoed in the space for a long time, as if announcing its awakening and return to all things in the world.
Qin Qianluo's lips curled up slightly, a faint, affectionate smile playing on her lips, and she said softly, "Old friend, it's been a long time."
The voice, though soft, seemed to contain endless affection and emotion, as if it had traveled through a time tunnel, carrying memories and longings of the past.
The sound echoed slowly in this quiet and mysterious space, lingering for a long time.
This simple sentence carries the deep affection between her and the Crimson Phoenix, like a fine wine that becomes more fragrant with age.
As if touched by Qin Qianluo's heartfelt call that transcended time and space, the Crimson Phoenix sword trembled slightly, and a powerful and agile force surged forth instantly.
In an instant, a dazzling, blazing light, like the sun, burst forth, like a fiery lotus blooming suddenly in the darkness.
Centered on the sword, the light rapidly spread outwards, instantly illuminating the entire ring space.
The light seemed to possess a life of its own, leaping and flashing, containing the immense power and profound emotions that the sword had accumulated over countless years.
It's as if it's telling the story of its loyalty, devotion, and longing for its owner throughout the long years.
Immediately afterwards, the Crimson Phoenix, like a divine bird summoned by its master, returned home with great joy and eagerness.
It gracefully floated down towards Qin Qianluo's outstretched hand.
The moment it gently touched Qin Qianluo's palm, the warmth emanating from the sword was like a rolling warm current.
The sensation spread rapidly from her palm, along her arm, and throughout Qin Qianluo's entire body, making her feel as if she were bathed in the warm spring sunshine.
This warmth is not just a simple transfer of temperature, but more like an intimate exchange that transcends the soul.
It is the profound resonance of the unbreakable emotional bond between them, which has withstood countless trials and tribulations, at this moment.
This resonance, like an ancient and melodious melody, resonated deep within their souls, expressing the boundless joy and profound comfort of their long-awaited reunion.
Just as this touching reunion scene was unfolding, a look of panic suddenly flashed in Long Nanzhi's eyes.
It was like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake, breaking the original tranquility.
Her pupils contracted sharply in an instant, like a frightened fawn, and her expression became extremely flustered.
Her face, which had been flushed with health, was now as pale as paper from nervousness.
She instinctively took a large step forward, her steps faltering, her voice filled with barely suppressed urgency and panic.
She shouted almost in a frenzy, "Qianluo, Feng Qingyun isn't moving!"
Her eyes widened as she stared intently at Feng Qingyun, her gaze filled with deep worry and extreme unease.
However, Qin Qianluo remained calm and composed as always, as if everything was under her control, like a wise person who understood everything in the world.
She gently turned her head, her eyes filled with gentleness, reassurance, and full of confidence. Her gaze was like the softest breeze in spring, gently brushing against Long Nanzhi's flustered heart.
He tried to soothe the ripples of fear that were rising in his heart.
Then, with light and steady steps, her graceful figure was like a fairy walking on clouds, or a wise man strolling leisurely, as she walked towards Feng Qingyun at a leisurely pace.
Each step was taken with a steady and firm footing, as if carrying a power that could dispel all gloom.
Qin Qianlu leaned forward slightly, her movements as gentle as petals falling in spring, as if afraid of disturbing Feng Qingyun, who was in a special state.
She slowly reached out her hand, which was like a light feather, carrying endless tenderness and care, and gently landed on Feng Qingyun's head, who was standing still.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
