Ancient texts?
Julius Reed suddenly felt that these immortals held too many secrets.
From the seven weapons to the ancient texts now mentioned by Elaenor Wood.
Pendleton's secrets seemed endless.
He walked to the door, drew the Late Night Sword of the Great Zhou, lost in thought.
Who would be the one to forge these weapons?
Whether it was the Late Night Sword of the Great Zhou or the Crimsonal Hollow, the craftsmanship was exceedingly exquisite.
Moreover, the material of the Crimsonal Hollow could even cause the sharp Late Night Sword of the Great Zhou to vibrate so intensely that he couldn't hold onto the hilt!
Very rare!
Sadly, the Crimsonal Hollow was not left behind.
But it doesn't matter, what's his will eventually return to him.
"I received Nelson's message and rushed back," Julius Reed glanced at the corpse on the ground, his eyes full of disdain, "Unexpectedly, there were petty rogues causing trouble. Are you alright?"
