1052 The Growing Northbow Swords

Ji Ning was delighted when he heard this. He waved his hand, causing all six black swords to fly out from the sheath on his back and into the sea of flowing sand.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! They all plunged deep into the sand.

"Haha!"

"Here we go!"

"Oh, this is lovely."

"Mm…"

The six children let out excited cries as they flew back into their respective swords. The six Northbow swords began to glow with a layer of golden light as the sand around them began to lose its luster, quickly changing to become a grayish-white color before then completely disappearing without a trace.

"In the future, if you encounter anything you like you can just let me know," Ning sent mentally to his six sword-spirtis.

"We don't know what we like either. We can only sense something we want from a close distance."