“Let me see your saber,” said Mo Yi.

Long Chen hastily handed over Blooddrinker. A trace of warmth appeared in Mo Yi’s eyes. This was true trust.

Mo Yi gently rubbed this saber. The saber was red as blood as if it had been made out of blood. It was filled with the aura of slaughter.

Mo Yi’s hand suddenly trembled. A cut appeared on the finger he had used to rub the blade.

“Hehe, it really is an amazing weapon. It actually refuses to allow others to touch it,” laughed Mo Yi. He handed Blooddrinker back to Long Chen. “This saber’s spirit is still sleeping. The power it has offered you is its most instinctual power, as it’s unable to connect with you. You have to think of a way to nourish it. If you can awaken the spirit one day, you’ll be able to release its full power.”

Long Chen’s heart pounded wildly as he looked at Blooddrinker. This was a gift from the barbarian race expert, but it had also been entrusted to him. He hadn’t expected it to be so terrifying.

Up to now, the only feeling Blooddrinker had expressed to Long Chen was an urge to slaughter. It seemed it was possible to nourish it with the...