After administering the acupuncture, Xie Xun sat under the veranda, carefully wiping his longsword.
This treasured sword was a gift from Marquis Zhenbei, Xie Yuan, given to him when he first entered the battlefield at the age of thirteen. Forged with the finest steel from Ningzhou, it could slice through iron as if it were mud. Xie Xun, who commanded cavalry forces, predominantly relied on spears and bows in battle. Yet, this longsword, over a meter in length, was his most trusted weapon aside from his lance, having dispatched countless Beiman enemies.
The maidservants watching the cold and stern young marquis felt an inexplicable fear. Generals who emerged from blood-soaked battlefields often carried such an acute aura of killing intent, hidden yet palpable in the darkness.
Ten or so Beiman men were spotted near the outskirts of the Capital City, sounding the alarm bells.
