The Capital City was bustling with excitement after nightfall.
But this dazzling world of light and revelry did not belong to Luo Xiu.
Clutching the tightly cloth-wrapped Dream and Asura, he walked alone down the crowded street as if isolated from the world.
"Lin Tong."
"Big Brother, what is it?"
Lin Tong's soul emerged swiftly from the palm of Luo Xiu's right hand, seeming to flee in haste from his grasp.
In truth, he was fleeing.
The sword in Luo Xiu's right hand filled him with terror.
He floated beside Luo Xiu, yet no one could see him or even sense his presence.
Luo Xiu said, "If I lose control after drawing the sword later, I'll have to trouble you and Queen Chi Sha to wake me up."
Chi Sha's cold snort echoed in his mind. The aloof queen neither agreed nor refused his request.
Lin Tong fell silent for a moment before speaking. "Big Brother, I can feel it… The Wandering Spirit dwelling in that sword is terrifying."
