Huang Xiaochan was just an ordinary fourth-generation disciple at Dalun Mountain, her cultivation level only at the mid-stage of the Dharma Body Realm. At this moment, besides fear, she felt a tiny spark of excitement in her heart.
A spark of excitement to fulfill her loyalty to the sect.
Perhaps in the afterlife, she could still meet that shy senior brother again, or maybe those destined to die on the same day would eventually reunite.
Countless thoughts flickered in Huang Xiaochan's mind, while her hand tightly gripped the war sword in her hand.
Battle Sword Qingfrost!
A sword that wasn't very well-known at Dalun Mountain, but in Huang Xiaochan's eyes, it was her most faithful partner. Because this sword was crafted from materials she found herself, and she forged and nurtured it personally.
This sword understood her, Huang Xiaochan, the most!
