Concealed in the Name
[Three days ago. Inside the first battlefield.]
The thin and dirty young man sitting in the sandy desert picked up the sword inscription and inspected it carefully. Although the stone the engraving was on was a very common type of stone in this desert, the inscriptions were full of powerful intent. Wang Hao could not comprehend all the concepts contained within the stone in such a short amount of time, but it was profound and vastly exceeded the level of anything he had ever studied in terms of the Dao of the Sword. Realizing this, the young swordsman's eyes gleamed. The vitality that had been sucked out of him by the desert suddenly seemed to pour into him from this sword inscription.
Wang Hao was a simple sword enthusiast – put such a powerful and profound sword inscription in front of him and he would feel as if he had been injected with chicken blood. The color returned rapidly to his face.
[I want to read it!]