How splendid, how dazzling was that sword.
It was during the struggle for dominance on the battlefield, and the old general was in his twilight years. His hair was all white, yet he charged into the fray alone.
Chilei Yan's eyes momentarily moistened, but she did not know whether these tears were shed for Lei Zhanqian, for the defeat of the Chilei Tribe, or because she was moved by the sword that shook her soul and surrendered to the emotions it evoked.
Li Fengyao of course saw Jiang Wang.
The moment Jiang Wang rushed forward, she noticed him.
She wanted to stop Jiang Wang from coming over to his death.
The dense frost light that Jiang Wang saw before he drew his sword was the result of Li Fengyao's efforts.
But then she saw Jiang Wang had already drawn his sword.
And after that, Lei Zhanqian fled.
