The Ancient Sword of Desolation wanted to resist, but Lin Mo held onto it tightly. The devouring power spread out and enveloped it.
In an instant, the Ancient Sword of Desolation, which had been resisting with all its might, instantly became obedient.
After planting his own soul imprint into the Ancient Sword of Desolation, Lin Mo heaved a sigh of relief and put it away.
This forging had caused quite a commotion and attracted the attention of quite a few people. Fortunately, they were inside Yue Xuan.
With the protection of the formation, only a few maids and guards saw the scene just now.
After ordering people to clean up, Lin Mo walked around Yue Xuan. After the forging had ended, he was a little idle.
Tang Chen had yet to return and had gone to search for the auction items. He had probably gone deep into the mountains to pick spirit herbs in some dangerous areas.