Liu Chen is currently sprinting along the corridors of the underground ruins without looking back.
Moreover, he can sense that the number of pursuers behind him is diminishing, their presence growing more distant. Finally, Liu Chen feels a sense of relief.
Even now, Liu Chen is still lost in that wave of joy, unable to extricate himself. This black giant sword is the first Spiritual Treasure in his life.
Some things are beyond one's expectations. Ever since Liu Chen first laid eyes on this sword, it was as if he had met the most beautiful girl in the world, his heart skipping a beat. His heart was fervent, eagerly anticipating this sword.
This anticipation drove him to risk everything to seize the weapon. Once he set his sights on something, it had to be his!
If he failed, died—then it simply wasn't meant to be. This has always been Liu Chen's principle, for he can clearly sense this.
He wants this sword, and this sword can help him become stronger.
