A few hours later, Chu Wuyao's God Clone stepped out of the Evil Refining Pagoda and returned to the Heartless Peak.
The God Clone's appearance was the same as before, except that this time, she held a long golden sword in her right hand, a sword which exuded a powerful aura.
Just above the sword, the transparent figure of a middle-aged general could be seen, who was staring at Chu Wuyao with eyes that were filled with admiration, as well as fanaticism.
"Praise the Lord!", the Weapon Spirit muttered in a low voice, and if one were to judge by his current appearance, it would have been completely impossible to guess that just a few hours ago he regarded Chu Wuyao as his mortal enemy.
As she looked at the middle-aged man's expression, Chu Wuyao couldn't help but let out a sigh, never expecting that faith was so powerful.
