After Fang Zheng had completely killed Ludwig, he approached the greatsword. At this moment, Big Chin was running around, seemingly exploring something.
Fang Zheng didn't mind this; he had gotten used to Big Chin's behavior. On the contrary, he felt a particular sensation about the sword before him.
"This feeling... really strange..."
Looking at the sword, Fang Zheng furrowed his brows. He could be sure that he had seen this kind of radiance somewhere before—a clear, bright, aqua-green light, just like...
At that thought, Fang Zheng reached out and grasped the greatsword.
The next moment, an image emerged in his mind—an endless corridor under the cover of dark night, aqua-green moonlight streaming through the windows, casting light on the floor. And in that corridor, a slender figure stood quietly, holding a golden scepter.
He wore a golden sun mask, his face unseen, but it seemed as if he could hear a voice echoing.
Fang Zheng opened his eyes.
