After being in a coma for a whole day, Rowan finally woke up the next day.
“How are you feeling?” When he opened his eyes, Salazar, who was beside him, came over and asked out of concern.
“Pretty good, but l’m feeling a little weak,” Lifting his bandaged arm, Rowan replied weakly.
The unsheathed Bloodreaper was lying quietly beside him.
“It’s the aftereffect of your excessive exertion. You’ll get better after a period of recovery,” Shaking his body, Salazar uttered calmly, but in his heart, he was envious of Rowan.
That was an ancient divine weapon he obtained!
Ancient legend had it that the owners of the divine swords were either kings or equivalents.
Meanwhile, Bjorne, who was lying in bed, began to look around. The wall that had been pierced by the sword energy had already been repaired.
“How long have I been in a coma? And where is the crown prince?” Noticing that the crown prince was no longer in the room, Rowan inquired.
“About a day and a night. The crown prince went back first because he had something to settle in Mightwater. As for the Bloodreaper, I reminded him to keep it a secret before he left. Besides, it was Poison Spider who sent him to bring the sword here, so he knows the seriousness of the matter.”
“I’m not worried about that, but I really can’t figure out why Poison Spider would give me such a great divine weapon. She could’ve kept it for herself, and even if she couldn’t command the sword, she could still silently train a great warrior with it. Wouldn‘t she be able to soar high then?”
Rowan still had a fresh memory of the scene that appeared in his mind when he first came into contact with the Bloodreaper.
The sword held by the man in his imagination was exactly the Bloodreaper lying beside him. Now, he just had to wait for the weapon to fully be under his control.
In the future, he would definitely become a King, better yet, a legendary. There were no limits to it. However, that also roused doubt in him.
Who would be willing to give this thing away?
“If you can‘t figure it out, don’t dwell on it. There must be a reason for them to give it to you.”
For Salazar, Rowan was his life savior.
After learning that Rowan’s hara had been damaged, he felt sorry for him, but it was different now. Even if Rowan had lost all his cultivation, he managed to obtain an ancient divine weapon.
His future was limitless.
At this moment, he sincerely hoped that Rowan could command the Bloodreaper.
“Easy. Don’t overthink it. How are you feeling right now? Based on the classics, if the divine sword recognizes its master, it will reform your system. Perhaps, it can heal your damaged here.”
This was what Salazar was most concerned about.
Under his expectant gaze, Rowan slowly closed his eyes. After a while, a look of surprise slowly spread across his face.
“It’s not obvious, but I can feel a ball of mysterious energy constantly working to repair my damaged hara and meridians.”
After Rowan said that, Salazar’s eyes lit up.
“Is it the essential Qi?”
Rowan shook his head.
Salazar then turned around and walked to the table. Jordan flipped through a new book in a hurry.
Vaguely, Rowan saw the title of the book that read, The Complete Works of Ancient Myths and Legends. Rowan was speechless at that.
Wasn’t that so random?
Before this, Salazar guided him through this book. Jordan suddenly felt even more ashamed. Jordan was surely a tough person to be able to survive thus far.
Suddenly, Salazar exclaimed, ”A human conceives a divine weapon, and a divine weapon possesses a human. The changes in your body must be caused by the Bloodreaper!”
Nodding his head in contentment, Salazar finally closed the book.
On the hospital bed, Rowan was still doubtful as he mused, ‘Is that really the case?’
Nevertheless, he should take things as they came.
Jordan had witnessed the hope of healing and restoration for his damaged hara, so what else could he be dissatisfied with?
Could things possibly get even worse than it was now?