In the cave, Little Blood stared at the rusty knife before him, his heart brimming with curiosity.
Since the other party had brought him here, it was naturally for this knife.
Was it a Magic Treasure?
Apart from rust, he could not discern anything else.
"This knife, I acquired it a long time ago. Everyone said it was a treasured blade, and I have always believed it to be one.
Because when I got it, I saw a stele that recorded it." Zuo Youyan looked at the knife and fell into reminiscence, stating:
"Seeking light in the dark; chasing dawn beneath the abyss.
Chasing Sun is its name.
When I got it, I thought I was the Child of Destiny.
That dawn would bloom due to my arrival.
Unfortunately, it was all but a fleeting dream."
Zuo Youyan glanced at Gu An, gave a self-mocking laugh, "In this world, who is truly destined? It is but wishful thinking.
Many think this way; whoever survives in the end is the Child of Destiny.
By the time I realized this, it was too late.
