Various precious treasures shimmer under the lights, making it hard for one to take it all in.
Luo Chen and Qing Shuang weave through the crowd, occasionally stopping to carefully scrutinize those treasures.
Suddenly, Luo Chen's gaze is drawn to a seemingly ordinary longsword, but its blood-red color gives it a slightly strange and eerie appearance.
The longsword rests quietly on a rustic wooden table, its blade long and sharp, with intricate patterns carved on its spine, resembling some ancient totem.
The most captivating feature is the blood-red glow flowing on the sword's surface, moving slowly like a living being, emitting an indescribable mystical aura.
Luo Chen walks closer involuntarily, reaching out to gently touch the blade.
As soon as he touches it, he feels a cold yet fiery aura emanating from the sword, as if countless tiny hands are tugging at his soul.
He quickly withdraws his hand, his expression changes slightly, and an inexplicable thrill rises in his heart.
