A Gift for His Second Student
After studying the weapon for a while, Leon returned it to Selena and said, "Yes, this sword is not bad. Using this sword is just right for your current cultivation. I think it will be easier if I face opponents of the same level in the future."
Selena carefully received the sword back.
Her fingers tightened around its hilt.
The weapon still carried a faint chill from the Martial Emperor Tomb, and the murderous aura hidden within it seemed to whisper against her palm. Yet compared with the moment she had first obtained it, the sword now felt far more obedient.
There was no longer that oppressive sensation of something ancient and dangerous staring back at her.
Leon had removed the hidden evil thoughts from it.
What remained was pure killing intent.
Sharp.
Cold.
Clean.
Selena's blue eyes brightened.
She had not risked her life inside that dangerous tomb for nothing.
