Yang Fei refined Jian Xu's Divine Thought and placed the Qing Xu Sword before Liu Chan, speaking calmly.
"Focus your mind on the Qing Xu Sword, then perform a blood oath to claim it."
Liu Chan saw her master's serious expression and dared not ask more.
Following the Magical Decree taught by Yang Fei, she concentrated her mind, finally biting her fingertip and letting a drop of fresh blood fall onto the Qing Xu Sword.
This drop of blood contained Liu Chan's will and mind.
The blood fell onto the Qing Xu Sword like a drop of water soaking into dry soil, quickly embedding into its blade.
The blade of the Qing Xu Sword was left with only a faint crimson stain.
Yang Fei looked at Liu Chan with a serious expression.
"How do you feel now? Can you control the Qing Xu Sword?"
Liu Chan silently focused her mind, and after a moment, she raised her head, her eyes full of surprise.
"Master, I feel like the Qing Xu Sword has become a part of me. I should be able to control it now."
