Da Zhe had heard this voice before.
The voice of the young man willing to offer him hot tea, a place to stay, and trust.
Without even thinking, Da Zhe grabbed this key... and as soon as it rested in his palm, a surge of scorching energy burst forth!
A radiant light erupted from the center of his fist, instantly piercing through the surrounding darkness. The key was no longer an ordinary key; it stretched, transformed, and morphed into the shape of a sword.
"Indeed, Zhan Lu suits you. It likes you very much... When you were willing to take the place of Sister Lin's child, it already liked you and wanted to help you."
"Luo... Luo Qiu?" Da Zhe gripped the Zhan Lu tightly in his hand.
"However, you cannot withstand the power of Zhan Lu. If you use it, you will die, truly die; your soul will even disperse, leaving no trace of your existence... Are you willing to accept that?"
"It doesn't matter." Da Zhe said calmly.
