The next morning, Lu Ming sat up and looked at the purple sword beside the bed, shaking his head slowly.

"how could she have left this!"

Lu Ming takes up the purple sword. The clear purple shadow on the hilt shakes Lu Ming's eyes. The purple streamer flickers on the sword. Now the purple shadow sword is also a rare good thing. Maybe it's a soul tool.

after looking at it for a while, Lu Ming sighed a lot, and then put the sword away. After all, Cang Yun has left. Lu Ming can't stay. He doesn't know how to stay.

standing up, Lu Ming arranges his clothes and walks...