There’s nobody but that brat who would or could have gone here and taken the treasured saber before me!

I can’t believe we just treated him like some idle wastrel all this time. We must have been blind.

Sun Fuping’s gaze swept across the ruins. With such a vast area, how would he even begin to find someone? Still, he firmly believed that He Lingchuan could not have gone far.

* * *

He Lingchuan was dashing through the ruins, passing by the government office. A tall corner tower still stood here, largely untouched by the flames of war.

Cradled in his arms was the treasured saber with a hilt that looked like a flood dragon swallowing a ring.

Indeed, just a short while earlier, he had quietly slipped down the side of the city wall, detouring around the battlefield to return to the official residences for one purpose: to retrieve the treasured saber that once hung above Zhong Shengguang’s bed.

In that era, weapons were often forged with hilts and guards shaped like mythical beasts, most...