'So soon?' Zhou Chen stepped out of his tent and saw a young boy with clear, bright eyes, full of youthful vigor. His clothes were old, and his hands, which should have been slender and fair, were instead exceptionally rough, covered with calluses and burn scars. Clearly, this was a Blacksmith's apprentice.
The apprentice held a black and gold longsword, its hilt bearing the solemn, austere emblem of a scale.
The Sword of Law!
It was merely a Derivative Ability of the Plague Doctor, yet it had been made independent through a Blacksmith's masterful skill and forged into an Essence Armament of exceptional quality.
"Please thank your master for me. I'm very fond of this weapon."
Zhou Chen took the hilt, infused it with Essence, and established a Soul Link with the Essence Armament.
This was not just a blade for judging, but a gavel for meting out Judgment.
