Chapter 117 - 27 Sword Formation - Thousand Sword Intent_3
If she "died," her beautiful mother, the little boy, her brothers she had never met, and her newfound friends... For the first time in over twenty years, ripples disturbed the calm lake of her heart.
When did it start that she came to regard these people as part of her own life?
Those feelings of reluctance, like duckweed suddenly taking root, grounded Yue Jinghua’s consciousness.
She could not lose, especially not to a broken sword. What kind of defeat would that be?
Her Spiritual Sense regained clarity once more.
The vast plain, without trees or flowers, this is the world of swords.
Yue Jinghua found herself amidst a sea of swords.
Innumerable swords of varying sizes and shapes, some as fine as embroidery needles, others majestic like the Zhonghua Pillar. Roughly counted, there were over a thousand swords.
These swords have stood here in silence for many years.
The sword lights gleaming from the swords came in waves, like a tidal surge of light elbowing its way through.
Yue Jinghua attempted to communicate with Little Qingpu through Divine Sense, but there was no response.