A Sweet Morning, a Stranger Titled Douluo Arrives

Ye Residence, Ye Rou'er's bedroom.

After carefully recalling everything, Lin Yan finally confirmed that the so-called Angel Sword before him was the one from Spirit Hall.

It had to be! Where else on Douluo Continent could a second Angel Sword possibly come from?

"This is bad! If Qian Daoliu catches me with this, won't he chop me into mince?"

"System, you really didn't need to give me a divine weapon this early. I'm only a Spirit King—I can't even use it!"

Naturally, the system gave no response to Lin Yan's complaints. The pale blue screen remained calm, as though transferring the Angel Sword into Lin Yan's hands was the most natural thing in the world.

However...

A man might be innocent, but possessing a treasure invited disaster!

At this moment, instead of being excited about the improvement the Angel Sword might bring him, Lin Yan felt that it was nothing more than a hot potato.

Before his Prayer Angel Martial Soul appeared, the Angel Spirit had been the exclusive inheritance of the Qian Family.

The Angel Sword was even more so a divine artifact that had been passed down through their family for hundreds, perhaps thousands, of years. So many popes had come and gone, and countless conflicts had erupted between forces great and small, yet no one had ever dared touch anything belonging to the Qian Family.

But now... it had fallen into his hands.

Even if the system believed his Seraphim Martial Soul was better suited to be the Angel Sword's master, Qian Daoliu certainly would not see it that way.

"Ah..."

"Luckily, it can be stored in the system space. That's the only thing worth being thankful for."

Otherwise, he had no way of putting a divine artifact into a Storage Ring.

Letting out a long breath,