With every step, an image would appear in Zhao Luo's mind. Unfortunately, Zhao Luo couldn't even stop these images to pop up in his mind.
They were like a stalker creeping on the one being stalked.
'Aghh.'
The images included him and Mite.
It was the time when they had fought with their swords.
Mite had two uneven swords in his hands while Zhao Luo held Ifrit and Blackey in his hands like some genius swordsman.
"He used a silver tier technique too."
Zhao Luo mumbled as he reached the second floor.
When Zhao Luo had defeated Mite, Mite was using a silver tier technique but it didn't amount to much.
Even though it was a perfect technique for a big guy like Mite.
"I need to decide carefully."
Zhao Luo felt the need to heighten his senses so he wouldn't simply fall for the name of a technique by misunderstanding the color (tier) and grade of the technique.
This was indeed a bad memory for him.
