Taking the Sword in Danger

The moment he recognized the iron sword, Wang Lin halted his retreat, his gaze fixed on the sword, betraying a hint of hesitation.

Having cultivated up to this point, Wang Lin understood that the memory inheritance he had acquired was incomplete. The missing piece, crucial and containing many significant details, was in Tuo Sen's possession, just like this iron sword. Perhaps Tuo Sen knew its origin, but Wang Lin did not.

Yet, the iron sword that had elicited such ecstasy in Tuo Sen was undoubtedly extraordinary!

Although this iron sword was not identical to the previous one, it bore an exact resemblance.

"Take it or not!" Wang Lin wavered. His attention shifted from the iron sword to the red lines around it, emanating strands of terrifying aura and constantly instilling a sense of danger in him.

Wang Lin was unsure of what the red line was, but its terror was palpable. If he left now, he might avoid attracting the red line's attention and depart safely.