There was a lock on top, securing both the chest and the heart.
In fact, the lock was already rusty.
No key was needed, a mere touch would shatter the lock, its rust scattering on the ground. Such a lock, only worth a few copper coins, could be easily broken by any man with some strength—it was not capable of securing anything.
He slowly reached out his hand and opened the chest.
Inside the large chest, there lay only a sword and a waist card.
He grasped the sword and slowly withdrew it from the scabbard.
The sword, sealed for ten years, showed no signs of rust. The sound of unsheathing was clear and piercing. With his eyes closed, he could still hear roars and howls, the clamoring of blades mixing with the wind, making his aged heart beat wildly once again.
"The Taiping Army—!"
He opened his eyes.
The blade reflected his pupils, his phoenix eyes slightly upturned, his gaze sharp.
He saw it again.
The Big Banner of Yan Xuanji!
