In the quiet club lobby, Nero was placed on the sofa by the wall, while the scroll tube containing the Yama Sword was casually placed on the table beside her.
At that moment, the scroll tube suddenly shook violently, a flash of crimson light shot out, and Nero, who had been lying there in a deep slumber, suddenly sat up.
Her eyes were still closed, and the crimson light fell into her palm… This was the Yama Sword.
Even with her eyes closed, her body instinctively adopted a defensive posture. This was completely different from the bold image in Luo Qiu's impression, as if it was drifting alone in a sea of suffering surrounded by wolves.
Not until the Yama Sword softly hummed did Nero slowly open her eyes, the fighting instincts gradually leaving her, and the rare cheerfulness of a woman began to revive.
"Uh… how long did I sleep?" Nero, moving her arms, looked at Luo Qiu who was leaning against the bar reading a book, and also at You Ye behind the bar.
