Chương 690: A Heart Filled With Wrath (1)

That sword, which had once shone brightly and represented the highest of honors, was now almost entirely buried in the yellow earth. Only a small bit of the sword handle could be seen and it was that inch of glimmer that caught Ji Fengyan's eye. That glint struck Ji Fengyan like a shock of thunder.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Fengyan had rushed over to the pile of rubble. She pushed the debris aside and dug out Yang Shun's sword—which had never once before left his side.

As she held that icy-cold blade in her hand, Ji Fengyan stared fixedly at a mound of dirt before her.

Yang Shun had once said that during a battle, the only thing that every soldier and every General could always rely on was their sword. A sword should never leave one's side, even during slumber.

But…

A sense of foreboding rose in Ji Fengyan's heart.

At this moment, a flurry of footsteps sounded.