Chapter 2377: Repairs to the Soul

occasionally. Most of the time, his precious saber was sheathed and never drawn lightly.The nine white bone spikes were only pushed back a short distance before spinning again in the air and charging..."Well then, let it be so." 。et me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Here is the translation of the provided text, with HTML tags kept intact:Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to transl...