Ming Tai’s body trembled; he could barely speak.
The Immortal Maiden acted with caution.
She knew her existence was a secret, something that could not be told to outsiders, so she deliberately restrained herself.
She only spread a trace of immortal charm to each of the sword spirits, something Ming Tai and the others could not perceive.
But she overlooked one thing: Ming Tai could sense the changes in the sword spirits.
He felt the swords rejoicing and leaping in delight, yearning to submit to Lu Yang — who possessed a sword spiritual root, an immortal sword, and even an immortal sword spirit!
If they attached to Lu Yang, who knew, they might also become immortal swords, perhaps even give birth to sword spirits of immortal-artefact caliber!
For every sword spirit there, this was a world-shattering chance.
Ming Tai looked at Lu Yang in disbelief.
Lu Yang had an immortal-artefact-level sword spirit?!
How had he managed that? In history had there ever been a sword spirit of that level?
If he weren’t already in human form, Ming Tai thought, he would have wanted to become Lu Yang’s sword.