Long Chen was taken aback.
The Sword of Misfortune? I hadn't expected that the Blackwind Sword had claimed so many lives! It seems this sword is truly extraordinary. Otherwise, why would those predecessors have paid such a high price to obtain it?
Elder Lu spoke up at the right moment. "As I said before, if you ever decide you don't want this sword, I can still buy it back from you at a high price."
"No need," Long Chen said calmly. "Since I've chosen this sword, it means I share a destiny with it. Besides, at the moment, I see no other sword that would suit me better than the Blackwind Sword."
"Thank you for the information, Elder Lu. Tomorrow is the day of the duel, so it's time I returned. Farewell."
After speaking, Long Chen turned and left the Martial Institute. Arriving at the riverbank, he saw three disciples from the Second House waiting for a boat.
