"How could this be?"
A sinister-looking young man's eyes flashed with astonishment.
This wasn't his first time entering the Sword Pool, but he had never heard of, let alone witnessed, a sword actively throwing itself into someone's arms. Even Jian Wuxia, a true disciple with an innate sword body, only received obedient submission from the swords in the Sword Pool. None of them had ever actively sought her out.
"Could it really be that the sword chooses its master?"
He muttered to himself, his expression filled with doubt.