When Ling Yunpo recited the last sentence, a certain power burst forth from within the Green Duckweed Sword inside his body — more precisely, from the Tai Yin Suming Sword.
"As expected...," he trembled in both pain and a bizarre way, trying hard to speak, "As expected you are..."
"I never said I wasn't, did I?" the Suming Sword giggled, "When we first met, it was you who checked various resources, and then unilaterally decided I was the Green Duckweed Sword."
"At that time, I found it quite amusing, so I replied 'If you want to think that, you can,' after all, a name is just a code. I can be called Suming Sword, or Green Duckweed Sword, it doesn't matter."
Ling Yunpo could not reply because endless streams of pure yin energy had filled his meridians, and even more power was being forcefully poured into him.
