If they were not comrades, the black-robed guards would sweep through the Quon Temple tonight and kill the remaining three leaders of the twelve bandits.
Yuzo Quon rubbed his nose and said in a low voice, "No…"
"If you are not from the northern army, where did you get the cold sword you used back then?" Hatcher Murphy asked again.
"It's a gift from an old friend!" Yuzo replied, feeling wronged.
"Who gave it to you? Tell me."
Braydon Neal stood with his hands behind his back, with a smile that was not a smile on his face.
He, the commander of the northern army, was here. Whether Yuzo Quon's words were true or false, Braydon only needed to contact Cole Colbie and use the secret files to find out.
Every northern cold sword had a special serial number. One person had one sword, and there would never be repetitions!
Therefore, it was easy to find out the origin of each cold sword!
