Xu Li stood on a branch of a large tree, his fists clenched tightly, cold sweat seeping from his body, his spine chilled as he stared ahead in horror, unable to speak, forgetting to think.
At this moment, a chill surged, and his heart seemed to sink into an ice cave, feeling an endless icy sensation flooding his mind.
"Is this truly the means of a great power?"
The ancient sword, his greatest reliance hanging around his neck, was still trembling.
Earlier, at the moment when that slash of sword light, as if splitting the heavens and the earth, rose, he clearly felt the ancient sword around his neck shaking incessantly, and the longsword in his hand hummed and abruptly lowered.
He was born into an ordinary family of commoners. During a severe drought, his family could no longer put food on the table, so they sent him to a pharmacy in the city to become an apprentice.
During his apprenticeship, Xu Li found an ancient sword.
