Zhu Qilue was running with sweat pouring down his face!
He looked as if he had just been pulled out of water!
After leaving Zhu Ruoling's room, he hurried back to his own room, put on all his armor, and pulled out a sword from an old wooden box under the bed.
The sword was rusty and hadn't been used for a long time.
This was a relic left to him by his mother before she died, telling him to use it to protect himself in times of danger.
However.
Zhu Qilue had never used it, because the sword held his longing for his mother, so he kept it in the wooden box under the bed, never taking it out.
Although.
He had endured much humiliation, he never encountered a crisis.
But now, to rescue Lin Fan, he had to draw this sword.
"Mother, I hope you can give me strength."
Zhu Qilue held the sword handle tightly, carefully observing the rusty blade, its surface pitted and nicked.
How could such a sword protect and save him?
