"Now this is what I call luxury! If I sell this entire property back on Earth, it would no doubt earn me a couple hundred millions of dollars!"
Clark whispered as he was in awe of the private room that he was afforded by the Demonic Sword Sect.
The theme never changed at all because same as every place he had been to within the sect, the constant over abundance of swords and its myriad representations still decorated this very chamber he was in right now.
The soft carpet on the floors was tattooed by its familiar guise and even the bed that hugged his full body also vandalized the usual symbol of power.
"The owner of this World Traveler Artifact must have been so obsessed by this specific weapon so as to fill this secret space with all of its creative images and likeness."
Clark closed his eyes and was already content with how the day ended for him and his party.
Please vote, comment and review to give this lazy author some motivation. Thank you! Cheers! ^_^
Like it ? Add to library!
Have some idea about my story? Comment it and let me know.