The eye was not frightening. It carried neither malice nor joy; it merely gazed calmly at Zhao Fu, showing no reaction at all, simply watching him in silence.
Being stared at like that so suddenly naturally made Zhao Fu uncomfortable. Although the sword held no malice, he still disliked it somewhat. Nor did he understand why that mysterious faction had given him this sword of benevolence.
They surely knew he was not a benevolent ruler, so what exactly was their purpose in giving him this sword? Zhao Fu truly could not figure it out.
Still, this sword really did not suit him, and Zhao Fu did not want to use it. It simply made him feel uncomfortable. This was the first time there had been a sword Zhao Fu did not wish to use, and its grade was certainly not low. Zhanlu could indeed be called one of Huaxia's peerless famous swords.
Yet Zhao Fu simply did not want to use it. It was not that he hated the sword; their paths were simply different. It could be given to someone suitable.
In fact, not all the swords Zhao Fu possessed were aligned with darkness. For example, the Angel Sword and the Royal Wood Sword both leaned toward the side of light. However, their attributes merely leaned toward light, while Zhao Fu's Emperor's Power was primarily a power of command. Light or darkness made no difference; he could wield them all.
But this sword contained the sword intent of benevolence and virtue. Zhao Fu simply did not possess such a benevolent heart, so using it felt deeply unnatural.
Zhao Fu put the sword back into its case, intending to see whether he could give it away. Yet to his surprise, that eye did not disappear.
"It feels as if it