"Old friend, we are to fight side by side again." Murong Jian caressed the blade, murmuring softly to himself.

This blade had been passed down through the generations of the Murong Clan. It was always held by the Patriarch of the Murong Clan and had accompanied many of them through bloody battles.

"Father."

Suddenly, a familiar voice reached his ears. Murong Jian looked up in the direction of the sound and saw the graceful figure approaching, his ...