"I have a spiritual sword as well." Luo Binghe manifests Xin Mo, lying coolly on the table. Though motionless, Xin Mo cannot be said to be inert. It thrums with malicious energy—as always, barely contained. "I found it embedded deep within the stomach of a beast I slew, in a hellish rift between realms." It's probably not necessary to add that Xin Mo doesn't like him. It obviously doesn't like anyone.