Faint red mist was emanating from Da Zhe, who was lying on the sofa.
It was quickly absorbed by the pendant on the necklace around Da Zhe's neck. This key-shaped pendant is the Zhanlu Sword... and the faint red mist emanating from Da Zhe gradually decreased until it no longer appeared.
He yawned, sat up, and loosened his neck, feeling refreshed, as if a weight had been lifted.
"You're awake."
"Ms. You Ye."
Da Zhe quickly stood up.
The maid, smiling, approached Da Zhe and glanced at the pendant on his neck, "Zhanlu is a sword of righteousness. Although mastering the sword's power swiftly comes through killing, excessive killing isn't good. Therefore, it instinctively helps purify the excess murderous energy from your body."
Da Zhe came to a realization, no wonder that heavy feeling had almost disappeared after a nap.
"What are we going to do now?" Da Zhe asked, feeling invigorated.
"Come with me."
