To be honest, Xiao Han didn't have a high goal for himself. If he was a Chosen One like Huo Changliu or Song Qingruo, he would definitely think of the best and instinctively think of a higher goal.
However, Xiao Han was content. To him, his starting point was already low enough. This gave him enough room for maneuver, and he wouldn't think too much.
Therefore, at this moment, he did not feel that it was a pity as he saw the Sword of Buddha disappear in front of his eyes. After all, the best thing was already lying in his hands.
If that Sword of Buddha was gone, so be it. Xiao Han knew his limits.
He felt that, according to his aptitude, even if he had obtained the Sword of Buddha, the probability of obtaining the recognition of the sword spirit within it was too small.
Since that was the case, he might as well lose it. With this thought in mind, he could not help but look at the ancient sword in his hand.