However, although Ye Wanlan had gathered all the fragments of the King of Yan's Sword, no unusual occurrence took place.
The Sword Saint's Sword of the past would automatically merge once complete.
But the fragments of the King of Yan's Sword still lay scattered, not gathering into a single blade on their own.
Ye Wanlan was silent for a moment. She bit her fingertip, allowing blood to drip onto the fragments.
A second, two seconds, three seconds... Time passed by the second, and the blood had thoroughly stained the fragments, yet still, there was no response.
"Princess Wanlan!" The old minister finally reacted, aghast, "What are you doing?"
Ye Wanlan had already picked up a dagger and was about to cut her wrist but stopped upon hearing him, smiling faintly: "The ancient texts of Shenzhou say that blood can nurture weapons, so I'm trying it out."
She always knew her blood had special properties.
But why was there no reaction from the King of Yan's Sword to her blood?
