C336 They Would Control the Water and Come

The scholar in white sat cross-legged, his demeanor detached, his eyes as deep as an ancient well. Around him, countless swords were haphazardly thrust into the earth. Even those who had never stepped foot in the Sword Tomb knew that each blade belonged to a soul vanquished by Curtis's hand.

Among the onlookers, connoisseurs murmured among themselves,

"The Zhu Yan Sword