Qin Feng extended his hand, and a gentle surge of True Yuan drew the Red Lotus Sword to him.
Because Chu Youhong's power was no longer supporting it, the Red Lotus Sword reverted to its original fist-sized form.
Qin Feng gazed at the Red Lotus Sword floating before him, as beautiful as its name suggested, resembling a vivid and lifelike red lotus.
Had it not been for the sharp and terrifying Sword Intent faintly radiating from it, people might not believe that it had once been an Immortal Sword, one that belonged to the renowned Sword Dao sect, Taiyi Mountain.
Even though the Red Lotus Immortal Sword had fallen in quality, its strength was substantial enough to prevent any notion of underestimation from arising in Qin Feng's heart.
In fact, far from underestimating it, he was growing increasingly tense.
Just as he was about to touch the beautiful Immortal Sword, a sense of resistance emanated from the blade.
