C130

"Be good, it's fine." Ye Mingche caressed the Monarch Sword, comforting it as if it was a baby.

The Monarch Sword wailed, indicating that it was not willing. Ye Mingche's mouth twitched. He didn't want to give up and continued to communicate.

Two hours later, Ye Mingche had a depressed look on his face as he shrugged helplessly. The Monarch Sword would not let Jun Mochou touch it no matter what