Bai Ye felt an instantaneous attraction the moment he laid eyes on the pitch-black longsword. Despite the keen aura that emanated from the sword causing his eyes to sting incessantly, as if his body were being shredded by thousands of Sword Qi, he remained fixedly staring, unable to look away, and subconsciously walked towards it. Bai Ye almost completely lost his senses until he reached out hazily and grabbed the hilt; only then did the bone-chilling cold and tear-like pain snap him back to reality.
He subconsciously knew something was wrong but couldn't let go of the longsword; his skin seemed to be stuck firmly to it, unable to move in the slightest.
Panic began to rise in his heart. Just as he wondered how to extricate himself, the scene before his eyes flickered, and he found himself in a dark void.
