Chapter 465 Feng Su, you have not disappointed your master
Feng Su broke out in a cold sweat.
Seeing that Yu Yan looked extremely uncomfortable, he instinctively wanted to comfort her.
His body froze at the warning gaze of the other party, and then Zi Lan strode past him, subtly pushing him away at the same time.
Feng Su didn't have time to pay attention to the obviously hostile push. Seeing Yu Yan's expression, he had no mood to think about explaining anything.
He immediately summoned the Yu Liu Sword as Yu Yan wished.
The snow-white Yu Liu Sword landed in mid-air, and the final height at which it stopped falling was just at Yu Yan's eye level. The sword even deliberately moved closer to Yu Yan.
Looking at the sword in front of her, Yu Yan noticed its spirit almost immediately.
That was an extremely mature sword spirit.
Zi Lan glanced at it indifferently and then looked away. Although he was not a sword cultivator, he still recognized the sword spirit.
Combining what the master and apprentice had just said, a general clue began to form in my mind.
It is said that when a cultivator contracts a natal sword, it is either specially forged or of extremely high quality, but the sword spirit has passed away with its previous owner.
After all, reintroducing a sword spirit is much simpler than training a sword spirit that is already mature and has already experienced a master.
What about the sword spirit inside the Feng Su Sword?
Yu Yan took a deep breath, and a series of sharp pains came from her forehead.
She had examined the Yu Liu Sword back then and found that it did not contain a sword spirit. Therefore, when Feng Su wanted to make it his natal sword through a contract, she not only did not stop him, but was also happy to see it happen.
It was her oversight, it was her fault!
"When did this happen?" Yu Yan asked.
She herself probably didn't realize the ethereal quality in her voice, as if it would dissipate with a gust of wind.
Feng Su was surprised by Yu Yan's reaction. He thought that if his master found out about his secret, he would be angry. He would be angry that he had clearly formed a sword spirit but did not tell her, or he would directly doubt his strength and suspect that he had more secrets.
But the other party's reaction felt like a sharp, painful stab to his heart.
“Not many days,” Feng Su said truthfully.
At the same time, he stepped forward and walked to Yu Liujian, pondering Yu Yan's thoughts.
Master's loss of composure just now was a real occurrence.
She seemed worried, but her expression was also tinged with an undeniable sense of regret and guilt.
These emotions were directed at him.
Simply because of the question he raised in the first place.
Or perhaps it was the sword spirit that had already taken shape before she even realized it.
But one thing Feng Su was very clear about was that he didn't want his master to be sad, and he didn't want her to feel guilty and blame herself.
"I formed a sword spirit a few days ago. I'm sorry, Master, I just lied to you." Feng Su looked into Yu Yan's eyes and said the "truth" with utmost sincerity.
He was still lying to her.
Yu Xue was formed several hundred years ago, and he is no longer the Feng Su of the cultivation world.
As soon as he finished speaking, the woman's expression froze, lasting even longer than when Feng Su had been stunned when he heard that the other party wanted to see the Yu Liu Sword.
The man opposite her felt a chill in his palm; he awaited Yu Yan's judgment, to punish him for deceiving her.
Time passed second by second, and even Feng Su didn't know how long he had been waiting.
A relieved smile slowly bloomed on Yu Yan's face, or perhaps it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as surviving a calamity.
As Feng Su watched, his heart sank into emptiness for a moment.
She said, "Good, very good, Feng Su, you have not disappointed your teacher."
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