"Impossible… absolutely impossible…"
"This makes no sense…"
His thoughts became chaotic, refusing to settle down.
Suddenly, the words from the golden box flashed in his mind.
"A man without a sword…"
Ye Chen's expression stiffened.
Then, slowly, realisation dawned on him.
His expression cracked.
"You… you mean THAT?!"
No sword? He really lost it!
No weakness—because there was nothing left to be attacked.
"… You've got to be kidding me."
Ye Chen stood there in stunned silence for a second before his expression completely darkened.
"THIS IS WHAT YOU MEANT?!"
In pure anger, he clenched the golden box and slammed it onto the ground with force.
Clang!
The sharp sound echoed loudly in the empty hall.
"Trash! Absolute trash!"
"What kind of nonsense treasure is this?!"
His chest rose and fell as he forced himself to calm down because of the impending threat to his life. His eyes shifted back toward the sarcophagus.
There was still one more item.
The old scroll.
