"Of course, the training happens every year. If this place is destroyed, it will be gone."
The next moment, Louis was pulled into the eternal training dream.
A few seconds later, he opened his eyes, his gaze as calm as an ancient well.
The Blade of Passage was drawn out, a special weapon against the Undead Race, capable of maximizing his damage.
In the next moment, a bolt of lightning shot back and forth inside the fairly spacious room.
Louis moved like a cat darting around the room, leaving no trace. Though the flash and thunder were explosive, it was silent.
Under this eerie force, his figure appeared next to several wandering undead.
Slash, slash, slash!
When the blade was sheathed, those undead had vanished into thin air.
"Done and dusted."
Louis cheerfully left the room, opening the door to greet Viscount Anzi:
"All done. Also, Viscount Anzi, you were right; Lady Xilin's treasure is worth protecting."
