The Vigorous Force surged within, slowly healing his injuries, and a faint, elusive smile appeared on his pale face.
Lu Jin'an's left hand, seemingly slow but actually fast, gripped the sword's hilt tighter, the joints distinct.
The gleaming sword blade emitted waves of sword light, and the word 'Du Duan' on the blade was particularly prominent beneath the hilt.
He looked at the ghostly fire in the stone statue's eye sockets and chuckled: "How does it feel… when your own sword has a different master?"
With one knee on the ground, one hand holding the edge of the stone platform, and the other maintaining a striking posture, the stone statue slowly lowered its head, looking at Lu Jin'an, suddenly becoming incredibly calm: "You know of me?"
Lu Jin'an glanced at the lake spreading across the hall floor, then looked toward others already standing in the void.
There was no Space Power attacking them.
Because the stone statue couldn't spare any more attention.
