It had been quite a few days since Zhong Heng had last wielded a saber. Though he was not a kung fu expert, he used to carry his saber with him wherever he went. But now, when he looked at these weapons that filled this room, he felt somewhat horrified.
"This is a little tricky," he said.
This place was the arsenal of the Department of Guards, in which numerous sabers and swords of various styles were stored, including a small number of long-hilted weapons. The Dragon King was drawn to a spear. He took it down and appreciated it for a long time.
"Did you hear anything?" Gu Shenwei had just come to southern Jade City from the military camp outside the city. Though there was merely twenty to thirty miles between the two, the delivery of intelligence reports was still not efficient enough, so he had decided to stay in southern Jade City himself in case of an emergency.
