Chapter 359: Aria of the Goddess of Light (II) (1/2)

Chapter 359: Aria of the Goddess of Light (II)

Long Haochen without hesitation gave a categorical rejection, “My age is not important.”

Ye Weiyang looked startled. She rarely encountered people that would reject her, after all, it wasn’t by sheer luck that she managed to gain the position of chief auctioneer of the Alliance’s Great Auction House. Being a dual user of the mental and light attributes, she reached the conclusion that even becoming a Demon Hunter wasn’t any problem given her innate skills. Moreover, she had all the more confidence in her own charm.

“My apologies, then you may get started.” Ye Weiyang declared in a low voice, while retreating some steps.

Long Haochen slowly opened the wooden case. He looked at that heavy sword while both of his hands reached for the case.

Seeing this behaviour, Ye Weiyang looked more relaxed. Long Haochen’s movement looked simple, but was a sign of respect towards a weapon. This simple behaviour gave him a respectable look.

Four fingers of his left hand were placed on the sword’s tip, and with the help of his thumb, he pinched the pearl on it. If it was an ordinary sword, he should have pinched the whole sword to avoid cutting himself. His right hand was however braced on the sharp part, and not the handle.

This detail seemed very simple, but was exclusive to knights. Only a true knight knew about this sign of respect towards a godly weapon. For this reason, when Ye Weiyang saw Long Haochen do so, she felt extremely hopeful deep inside.

Could this person really let the godly sword reappear to the light? If that’s so…

Thinking to this point, Ye Weiyang couldn’t help but reminisce about the words her grandfather had told her before.

A supreme powerhouse wouldn’t necessarily be the one to obtain the godly sword, but the most likely to succeed would be someone who was connected to the godly sword by fate. Could this man be that fated person? For some reason, Ye Weiyang’s heartbeat quickened, because she already had the faint sensation of that possibility.

Feng Lineg’er who was holding the wooden case with both her hands lifted it high as Long Haochen approached it. She felt very curious regarding him. Hearing his voice and seeing his stature, he should be quite a young knight.

Nonetheless, her look only contained curiosity. Despite her simple elegance in normal times, and the purity of her pretty skin, she actually had an ardent heart. Long Haochen’s size of one meter eighty, which made him look like an ordinary youth, couldn’t arise too great an interest in her, as that wasn’t her type.

Right in the opposite, the charming Ye Weiyang filled with mature charms was in her bones a very conservative girl.

This was precisely the kind of person that couldn’t be judged by their appearance.

Regarding the observation of Ye Weiyang and Feng Ling’er, Long Haochen looked as though he didn’t sense anything, looking straight at the godly sword before him.

In the instant right before that case was opened, when Long Haochen sensed the aura coming from it, he felt his entire soul being drawn by this divine sword. Given his superior perception, he could even sense the many changes on the godly sword.

This sword was not simply a sealed weapon. In some sense, this weapon was already dead.

How could a weapon die? When a true godly weapon lost its soul, it would reach the end of its life.

Long Haochen was completely sure that this godly sword before him had possessed its own soul in the past.

Weapons with a soul were soul-owning weapons, but what did this mean? It implied that the weapon in question would be at least a powerful existence reaching the Epic Tier.

In other words, the godly sword before Long Haochen had long before been a piece of Epic Tier Equipment.

However, now that it had lost its own soul, Long Haochen was filled with even more respect for it.

He could make the guess that on the day the owner of that godly sword had died and it was sealed, its soul had discarded its own body, only leaving an empty sword shell behind, as the soul of the sword itself followed its master to the other world.