"What do you want?"
Sensing the sword spirit in his mind, Chen Heng asked this critical question.
What the existence of this sword spirit meant and what its past was like were indeed quite important but not the most critical things.
Right now, Chen Heng wanted to know this sword spirit's goal.
"I hold no ill-will towards you."
In his mind, the sword spirit began to act.
In the next moment, a strange power surged out and in the blink of an eye, Chen Heng's consciousness disappeared and was brought to an empty space.
When Chen Heng came back to his senses, he had come to another place.
It was a pitch-black region and there did not seem to be any light.
After he appeared, the surroundings became illuminated.
Chen Heng looked up and ahead and saw a young man standing there.
The young man was wearing a moon-white robe and had handsome looks. It was just that his face looked a bit pale, making him look somewhat weak.
