Zhou Heng immediately jumped off the bed. He had just woken up not long before and still felt somewhat sleepy, but now he was completely awake, looking at the ancient sword that had suddenly appeared with shock and uncertainty.
"What are you?" He sensed a faint ghostly aura on the ancient sword, yet it was somewhat elusive, not like the pure ghostly aura that was cold and sinister; it even gave him a sense of clarity and warmth.
"I am your great opportunity, your great fortune," the ancient sword trembled again, its voice ancient yet filled with temptation, "Come, grasp the hilt, and you shall inherit not just one Celestial Man's legacy."
"Do you think I'd fall for that?" Zhou Heng sneered. He would never trust something of unknown origin, especially since it had been in the enemy's hands before.
