Chapter 542: The Hideout of the Sturdy Sun Sect

On a pitch-black night, Gu Santong skillfully maneuvered a massive black iron sword, with Frank Yale aboard, as they soared southward. "Gotta say, this sword of yours is something else!" Frank remarked, tapping the iron sword with his fingers. Even with its rust and wear, it had a unique charm—each tap would resonate with a celestial sound. "Of course it is," Santong said proudly, stroking his beard. "This is a magical artifact. It may not look like much, but its power is unparalleled." "A magical...