Under the sword light, the wind and sand weakened as if heaven and earth shared the sorrow.
Immortal Sword·Lishang!
The giant eagle retracted its massive claws as if it had touched thunder, shedding large patches of feathers. It let out a mournful cry and, without looking back, flew north, disappearing into the horizon in an instant.
Zhang Sheng sheathed his sword and, with a reverse grip, planted the longsword into the ground, the gleaming blade stopping just half an inch from Wei Yuan.
"What happened?" Zhang Sheng's eyebrows furrowed menacingly as he demanded in a deep voice.
Wei Yuan barely managed to lift his hand, showing the tightly clutched bag in his grip, and said, "My brother's head was stolen by the Liao Man, so I was just retrieving it."
Wei Yuan had expected a scolding to await him, but to his surprise, Zhang Sheng said, "Next time something like this happens, call me, and I will go with you!"
