"Hm? Who are you?! Did you let me out?"
The black blade came to its senses and turned its attention to Tang Lan.
At the same time, the surrounding black mist formed into a strange human face, wearing the same bewildered expression.
"There's only me here. Who else do you think let you out?"
Tang Lan's mouth twitched, leaving him somewhat speechless.
Is there something wrong with this guy's brain? He talks like he's completely single-minded.
"Oh, so that's how it is!"
"Then I'll spare your life! Remember to stay away from me next time."
"I'm going to find that old blacksmith bastard and settle the score. He actually dared to seal half of my soul inside this blade. Once I catch him, I'll carve him into a human stick."
The black blade seemed to recall some unbearable memory and immediately spoke in fury.
"You were sealed in there by someone?"
Tang Lan seemed to have understood the general circumstances, so he asked.
"I am Slaughter God Ning Xian of Nan Shan Continent from back then. That old thief secretly used underhanded tricks to put me in mortal danger. After suffering severe injuries, I had no choice but to follow that person's method and temporarily enter the Slaughter Blade."
"Later, that old bastard actually played dirty and sealed me inside, leaving me unable to escape."
"Who knows how many years passed. That old fellow disappeared too, while I could only spend day and night within this Demigod Artifact, waiting for the day I could get out."
"Kid, tell me quickly—what year is it now?"
The black mist gradually condensed into the shape of a tall man. His face showed urgency as he looked at Tang Lan, as though he desperately wanted to know the current date.
"What year is it?