The silver-haired girl that was the Silvermoon Wolfking looked at Qing Han in surprise.

“Why?” Why not pick up the treasure when it was right there?

“This is the Sword of Dao. Once I pick it up, I will no longer be myself.” Silver flashed through Qing Han’s eyes when they settled on the sword.

Picking it up would subsume her emotions and everything that made her an individual. She would become nothing more than the Dao Sovereign, governed by the immortal dao. In the end, she would become… its will.

This was a trap for Qing Han.

“Anyone who wants it is welcome to it.” Qing Han went back to reading her book. The girl transformed back into a little wolf and snuggled up to the human.

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