Ning Fan slowly fell asleep in his tent.
When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived at the sword world that he was most familiar with.
A man, sitting cross-legged, turned a deaf ear to his arrival.
No confusion in the mind.
A person who is not good at communication.
Ning Fan didn't disturb him.
But at the same time, he did not strike the same posture as before with Xin Wuluan to put himself into a meditative state.
On the one hand, he knew it was impossible for him to calm down now.
On the other hand...
He was worried that he would open another lock for the strange beast.
Ning Fan has always been eager to obtain the abilities of these residual souls in the world within the sword.
This is the first time that I don’t dare to take it.
As if realizing that Ning Fan did not sit down, Xin Wuluan slowly opened his eyes.
Surprise and curiosity flashed in his eyes.
Because Ning Fan not only did not sit down, but walked straight in one direction.
The world within the sword has become quite empty.
From the original eight coffins, only two are left now.
The place Ning Fan walked towards was the most gorgeous coffin in the middle.
That is not the coffin of a peaceful mind.
"what are you up to?"
Xin Wuluan asked.
Ning Fan didn't even look at him, but walked silently towards the gorgeous coffin.
Walking to the front of the coffin, Ning Fan placed his hand on it.
His mind was at peace and his eyes were fixed.
Ning Fan finally looked at him.
"You said before that this world in the sword is my state of mind."
"Only when I break the shackles can I see its true appearance."
Ning Fan pointed at the gorgeous coffin.
"Could it be... my shackles?"
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