Since the death of my master, I have made myself a sword. No one can open me except him who has my master's golden elixir.
One day, he suddenly drew his sword on a whim. Knowing the truth, he became angry and spit out a mouthful of blood, and I became the sword spirit in this mouthful of blood.
The sword spirit is the incarnation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. According to my existence, it is the existence that proves my master's innocence. The longer I stay by his side, the more I can feel that my master is coming back soon.
Of course I know that man is also waiting for my master. After so many years, he still tried his best to pull me out. I know that his sword also has spiritual energy, but he has not yet become a spirit. Hehe, he can only let me bully him.
Intention: love