His hand lightly touched the hilt of the sword, yet the moment he made contact, he quickly withdrew, as if showing a hint of fear.
This was because of the previous mutation in Zhao Mu that made Lin Chen hesitant to act rashly.
After a slight hesitation, Lin Chen still placed his hand on the sword hilt above.
A cold aura emanated from the blade, traveling through his meridians, spreading across his body. Despite the scorching sun, an icy chill transmitted from the hilt.
Lin Chen's spirit was jolted; this eerie cold aura was not like before—it wasn't sinister but rather brought a refreshing coolness that invigorated the spirit.
This was peculiar because Lin Chen knew the sword was strange, yet now it seemed the sword's evil aura had dissipated with the spread of the black miasma, leaving only this refreshing coolness.
Gripping the sword, Lin Chen felt confused, but the fear was gone.
