Smack!
The strip of cloth on the partition door, no longer held taut, fell from the released palm. With a dull thud, the partition door shut tightly, cutting off the light spilling from the basement.
It also cut off the faint sounds of conversation inside, seemingly about taking turns guarding the partition door.
"Can you handle it?"
At that moment, after the partition door closed and before his past self could react, Xiao Qian, who had already stepped forward and surveyed the surroundings, turned back and spoke.
She was clearly asking whether his past self could handle the sword in his hand.
His past self was currently just an ordinary person with no combat experience whatsoever, so Xiao Qian had hit the nail on the head.
Whether the sword suited him was quite—no, extremely—important for what came next.
Precisely because he had no combat experience, and perhaps had never even held a kitchen knife, suddenly being given a sword and then expected to fight with it made the outcome self-evident.
There was a strong possibility that his past self would be unable to make effective use of the weapon.
And whether it suited him also included other factors, such as whether he could even swing the sword.
After all, these cold weapons were made of metal. To someone living in peaceful times, they were somewhat heavy.
They would not be returning to the basement, and the only thing they could rely on was the weapons in their hands. Only through those weapons could they deal with every danger they might encounter in the future.
It was also obvious now that only the two of them were willing to leave the basement. That meant they would likely need to form a team. Whether out of the instinct of social animals or