Su Ming truly had no choice.
He did not want anyone to know that the sword was chasing him.
Because the protagonist script in his head had already begun unfolding clearly.
If he took that sword and everyone present found out, their reactions would probably go something like this.
"An artifact choosing its master! It actually recognized Lord King Ming as its master?"
"Gasp~~~ Lord King Ming can actually make an artifact acknowledge him as its master automatically?"
"How terrifying!"
"I never thought such a great person would emerge among us!"
"This young man is destined for greatness!"
As the onlookers stood nearby gasping in shock, making their precious contribution to global warming, the side characters would also regard Su Ming as a god and flatter him desperately.
Then, once the matter was over, the onlookers would exert themselves to spread the news far and wide.
Thus, even more passersby would learn about the artifact choosing its master, and even more important figures would become culprits behind global warming, repeating "How terrifying!" with every other breath.
As for people like Gao Xu, who were enemies rather than friends with Su Ming, they would sit bolt upright on their deathbeds and solemnly shout:
"This man must not be allowed to live!"
Yes, the imagery was so vivid that it could easily fill a dozen episodes of a TV drama.
Su Ming felt his scalp go numb just thinking about it.
Thus, he rushed into the crowd without hesitation, hoping to fish in troubled waters and make it impossible for anyone to tell whom the sword was actually chasing.
This move did indeed divert some of the attention away from Su Ming.
After all, his plunge into the crowd caused the sword to dive in after him, darting back and forth seven