The sword’s name was the Cold Underworld Sword.

When Zhao Jiuge heard the name, he frowned and muttered it a few times. He found the name very good and pleasant to listen to. It was very in line with the materials used to forge the sword and his own attributes.

Thinking about this, he felt his blood boil. He was finally going to have his own life flying sword!

“Senior Sister, that name is very good. Did you come up with it?”

Fu Hongling revealed a proud smile and pretended to be angry. “Of course I came up with it. Don’t you know who your senior sister is? With this life flying sword, I believe your strength will increase greatly. If only you were at the Nascent Soul Realm. Once you refine it in your purple palace, the power of the sword will change greatly.”

“Hehe, very soon. The Nascent Soul Realm?”

After Zhao Jiuge finished speaking, his eyes were filled with yearning. He believed that he would soon reach the Nascent Soul Realm as well. It was only a matter of time.

Then Zhao Jiuge and Fu Hongling rushed straight toward the Sword Casting Hall. They went down the stairs and arrived at the entrance. Zhao Jiuge wanted to see if the sloppy young man was...