In Ye Jianjun's hand, the sword emitted a silver glow all over its body. Its blade was sharp, and its sword body was engraved with six scenes of reincarnation, akin to hell, where countless evil ghosts wailed in anguish.
As this sword emerged, the surroundings were immediately filled with howling gusts of yin wind, piercingly cold, as though evil ghosts crawling out of the Frozen Hell had once again descended upon the mortal realm.
"Ghost Sword! Luo Xiu!"
Lin Bai stared at the sword in Ye Jianjun's hand, his eyes tightening with intensity.
Ye Jianjun chuckled softly: "Ghost Sword, I've been searching the Lingnan Continent for three years. Finally, not long ago, my clone tracked its whereabouts, enabling me to claim the Ghost Sword."
Lin Bai chuckled lightly in response: "Your clones are indeed quite useful. Once dispersed across the Lingnan Continent, whether collecting intelligence or gathering cultivation resources, they serve many purposes."
