C270 Chapter 270

The entire sword was wrapped in a soft red glow. Yan Luo could make out faint dark-gold patterns on the hilt. In the circular hollow at the center, it looked as if some beast were prowling inside, letting out a long, silent roar. Along the slender, slightly curved blade, streams of light flowed and shimmered—like molten gold under thin strands of sunlight—blindingly bright.

Within a few days