Chapter 130 — The Sinister Forest
The Sword Questions the Heavens · Page 6 of 6
The moment she landed, she gasped for breath. On that face, once white as jade, threads of crimson blood clung at the corners of her mouth—clearly she had been badly hurt. At her right side the violet radiance slowly shrank and withdrew into her sleeve. But her gaze had turned to her own left hand: at some unknown moment, a blade of strange shape had appeared there, its spine serrated like a saw, its form archaic and clumsy, its short, thick blade glinting with a cold, grim light, and upon it two characters could clearly be seen engraved—
Shasheng!
Jin Pingyue slowly raised her head and looked once in the direction the Necromancer and the dragon had gone. In the Black Forest all was stillness. She gazed for a long time, as though pondering something, and after a good while her eyes returned to that strange blade in her hand.
In her eyes, a strange light seemed quietly to turn. The mountain wind blew past, and faintly her soft murmuring to herself could be heard.
"The monk Shasheng, is it..."