He understood.
The spirit of the broken knife sensed the greatness of the divine image visualized by Jason Yang, so it made this decision.
"Okay, then his sword will be mine from now on." Jason Yang didn't think any more about it. After hesitating for a moment, he grabbed the sword in his hand.
"Since you were once the sword of the Judge of Fate, I will call you Siming from now on."
Jason Yang said in a low voice.
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