"W-what exactly do you want?"
The ancient sword trembled slightly in Chu Yang's hand. Although it was merely a sword, its voice contained an obvious trace of nervousness.
Tyler raised an eyebrow.
"You're quite nervous for a sword."
"I don't know why," the sword replied honestly. "But my instincts are warning me that something is wrong. Ever since we entered this room, I've had an extremely bad feeling."
Tyler rubbed his chin and looked at the ancient sword with interest. He had already noticed that the sword was different from ordinary artifacts. It possessed its own consciousness, and that alone made it quite valuable. However, there was another matter that made Tyler even more curious.
"Could it be because of my copper pot's ability?" He lowered his voice and muttered to himself.
Tyler's eyes narrowed slightly as he thought about it.
