C185 The birth of the sword

Old Man Kungwu stood outside the cauldron with bright eyes, afraid that something would happen.

"I presume that my Fate Soul has already fused with the divine sword." Kung stroked his beard and smiled.

It had already been two hours since Qiao Nan had been thrown into the cauldron. With the flame inside the cauldron, naturally, he had to turn into ashes