Eighteen Levels

Yu Zhen's grip tightened upon the scroll, so tightly that his knuckles turned white. If Li Xueyue possessed a man's name on this scroll, it meant she found him—the man who was the cause of her nightmares. The remaining monster in her life. The one that he would take his sweet time slaying, but would not be the last monster she'd meet.

Yu Zhen read on. He continued doing so until he understood the content of the scroll. Marquis Qin Weizhang had swore upon his life that he would present Li Xueyue with a weapon shaped like a crescent?

His brows came together in confusion. Was there even a blade like that? He could not picture it, and he was an avid collector of many, many weapons. Yu Zhen even had a dedicated room to store all of the exotic and rare weapons he had come across.