"Stop making futile sacrifices, sister-in-law. You know well, all of you combined are no match for me." Song Huaxu waved his hand, and another group of servants fell to the ground lifeless.
Sun Qinglian looked at the servants who had once shared laughter and joy with her, all now hurrying to the Yellow Springs, and she herself staggered, nearly falling.
Didn't this scene bear a striking resemblance to that year at Governor's Office Pass, when Guozhong bitterly awaited reinforcements?
Her gaze slid over the crimson blood at the corner of Yan Hongzhao's lips, then landed on Wu Bie, who was half-kneeling on the ground, violently spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
These young children...
Their lives were still so very long ahead of them.
Sun Qinglian, clutching her sword, an ordinary-looking blade, gently touched the hilt.
"That is..." Song Huaxu's pupils suddenly contracted, "That iron sword is..."
"Yes!" Sun Qinglian, gripping the long sword, strode forward.
