Thus passed three days. On the afternoon of this day, Duan Rong finally finished devouring the artifact spirits of hundreds of weapons within the alcove.
Circling around the oval-shaped stone chamber, he stood again at the entrance of the chamber. Only at this moment did he truly begin considering which weapon to choose.
Of course, this round of reading and devouring wasn't without benefit to him in selecting a weapon.
In fact, he had already decided to choose only from weapons whose artifact spirits were of the fifteenth rank.
There were only ten weapons in total with artifact spirits of the fifteenth rank that were sabers.
Duan Rong stood at the entrance of the stone chamber, his gaze flickering.
The weapons whose artifact spirits were of the fifteenth rank, particularly the sabers, left a deep impression on him.
This was much like an astoundingly beautiful woman with an extraordinary figure; how could one forget?
