Damn!
Something's off with me!
The Artifact Spirit couldn't help but roll its eyes, really only now he's noticing.
But this wasn't the only strange thing about Han Yu; the Artifact Spirit flitted around, finally having a moment of realization.
It finally understood what it was—it had been hanging out with Han Yu every day, so it was slow to notice.
Now suddenly illuminated, what's going on with the aura emanating from Han Yu, that bastard!
"Aura?"
Han Yu was a bit dumbfounded, he has that?
"Definitely!"
The Artifact Spirit nodded confidently, even flying away to take a look.
The current Han Yu was like a hidden-blade divine soldier; even if the edge was concealed, its essence would be unconsciously emitted.
A divine soldier is always a divine soldier, it doesn't lose its deterrence just because it is sheathed.
Although this metaphor might not be fully appropriate, it truly felt an unprecedented aura from Han Yu.
