The original blade was already dark and clear, and the whole blade was shining with a layer of pure brightness.
Zhong Qing reached out and gently rubbed against the blade. The wounds in her hand disappeared long before she left the sword.
Unsurprisingly, on the hilt, there were several dents carved on it—the name of the sword was engraved on it.
"Frost Soul"
Frost soul was the name of the sword and it was also the name of the sword soul.
Zhong Qing finally saw the ancient sword and felt some affection and satisfaction from her body. She was a sword soul that was derived from ancient swords. The nearer the body, the more it would feel its own state. That would be good.
That was also the reason why Zhong Qing talked mainly to the long sword.
She looked at the sword in her hand and thought about it.
The ancient sword then quietly shrunk and turned into an ordinary person’s palm size. It hung from her fingers and fell out of Zhong Qing's hands.
The shooting incident at the hotel attracted a lot of attention, but these had no influence on Lingjia.
Even Zhong Qing did not to see any police on the incident - as you can imagine, Ling Family (Lingjia) had a big influence and power.
Some of the initiators were still in the private prison of Ling family.
Finally, the official identified the incident as a terrorist attack and announced the first time that the criminal was killed.
What the people wanted was just an explanation. Who would know the truth?
The people were forgetful, and soon, there will be a variety of news that would catch their attention, and the things which had nothing to do with them will just be thrown behind them.
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She and Ling Huanyu seemed to have a kind of tacit agreement.
She never asked Ling Huanyu what to do explicitly and what to do privately, and Ling Huanyu never asked her, too.
This was a very difficult thing for the Ling Huanyu. He always liked to control everything in his hands.
But only that time, he chose to respect her.
Her identity on the outside was the fixed female companion of the Ling Huanyu.
Ling Huanyu, who was never with a companion, had his first female partner to stay with for the first time.
Not only was the outsider curious about her identity, but even the other member family of Ling felt that her relationship with Ling Huanyu was not that simple.
Zhong Qing and Ling Huanyu were not people sensitive about this aspect, and naturally did not care about other people’s eyes and thoughts.
Still, Zhong Qing remained with Ling Huanyu. Although there was no cure for the strange energy in his body for a time, but at least it would be suppressed in every attack.
With this alone, it was enough for them to treat each other with respect.
When she came to the door of the study room, she saw Ling Shen who was guarding the side and said, “San Ye is waiting for you in the study room.”
His tone was very polite and unfamiliar, but this was not the same peculiarity as that when the two people first met.
Zhong Qing only thought that this man's ambiance was very elusive.
She nodded at Ling Shen and walked in.
She didn’t notice it, but when the door closed, there was a great sigh of relief behind him.
"Well, I will continue to stay away from Miss Frost. So that San Ye will not get mad at me." Ling Shen thought.
But the truth was, Ling San Ye did not care about this.