With Thirty-Five's guarantee, Yan Muhuai fulfilled its wish, reached into the coffin, and touched the broken sword with his slender fingers.
There was a momentary pain in his mind. He thought Thirty-five had already rolled out, but Canjian didn't change at all.
"Thirty-five?" Yan Muhuai called out.
If he didn't look inward at his sea of consciousness, he wouldn't be able to feel whether it was still there or not.
The air suddenly fell silent for a moment, and then Thirty-five burst into tears, "Wuwuwu, Master Host, I don't have enough spiritual energy, I can't go back..."
Before Sanshiwu could finish his words, a beam of white light rushed in from outside and quickly penetrated into the broken sword in the coffin.
"Hmph! You bastard, you're trying to steal my body." Thirty-five cursed angrily when he saw the white light falling.
However, when the white light flew over, Rong Jin pulled Yan Muhuai back two steps.
Then the broken sword flew out of the coffin with a flash of white light.
"Huh? What's going on? How do I... Boss, Mr. Yan, why are you here?" A puzzled voice came from the broken sword.
Yan Muhuai and Rong Jin looked at each other. They were both familiar with the voice, and considering the other party's address, they knew it was Ming Fei without asking.
"Ming Fei? Has your soul returned to its place?" Rong Jin looked up and asked the broken sword floating in the air, emitting white light.
Yan Muhuai turned and looked at him, "Why do you say that the soul has returned to its place?"
"When I picked her up, she was in a coma and her body briefly turned into the shape of a sword, but it was very blurry. I didn't know what it originally looked like." Because this was Ming Fei's privacy, Rong Jin never told anyone, including Ming Fei herself.
This was the reason why he concluded that Ming Fei would not be harmed by his evil spirit, and he even thought that she had an iron head and was not very good at using human thinking.
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