"Keep it with you."
Had Aiden foreseen all of this?
The poison was so potent that even with the Thousand-Year Violet Pearl's detoxifying properties, it took a considerable amount of time to neutralize.
Slowly, Vera rose to her feet.
She had already lost to Dark Emperor once.
Her body was in tatters, wounds covering her from head to toe.
The dagger embedded deep in her leg made movement difficult.
Her martial robes were completely ruined.
The weight of the sword in her grip felt heavier than ever before.
The Falling Blossom Sword, sleek and black, had never felt so burdensome in her hands.
It was not just a weapon.
It was an ancient relic of Mount Suncrest Sect, an heirloom from her deceased parents—
And the sacred treasure of Bloomspire Sect.
Through this sword, she had to carve out her destiny.
She could not let go.