Chen Li stepped out of his cave abode into a night where the moon shone brightly and stars scattered sparsely across the sky, accompanied by the loud chirping of insects.
As he paced back and forth, he mulled over his situation.
"The Second Order Mid-grade Green Jade Sword in my hand is still adequate for someone at the initial phase of Foundation Establishment. As for the Second Order Low-grade flying sword magic artifact I got from Zhou Xutang… let's forget about that, it's not even as powerful as the Zhou Tian Gang Force.
What I lack now is a magic artifact that protects the spirit."
Every time he thought about the mysterious Red Jade that inexplicably shattered upon encountering an Evil Wraith on his way back from conscription labor, a pang of pain shot through his heart.
