Late autumn. Cloud Prefecture's provincial capital fell, and the situation in northern Feng Kingdom hung by a thread.
The grassland bandits still ravaged the land like mad, leaving nothing but scorched earth wherever they went.
When the bandits breached Luoyun City in Cloud Prefecture, its martial artists defended the city to the death, resisting tenaciously. Yet in the end, they could not stop the iron hooves surging like a flood, and they died after fighting with all they had.
The entire city sank into a sea of flames, the blazing fire seeming ready to burn all of this into ashes.
Tuwahaer sat astride his horse, using his only remaining eye to watch all of this. The sea of fire before him was reflected in the depths of his dark eye.
"Go. Bring me the sword held by that martial artist." Tuwahaer pointed toward the ruined street ahead, where a dead martial cultivator still clutched a longsword tightly in his hand.
Had any people of the martial world still been here, they would have recognized it at a glance. This was a famous peerless divine weapon, Moon Shadow Frost!
A subordinate retrieved the poetically named sword from the street that had become a sea of fire and handed it to their leader.
"Feng Kingdom's weapon-forging techniques truly are impressive. This is another weapon that meets the Esteemed Immortal's requirements." Tuwahaer stroked the renowned sword, satisfaction appearing in his eyes.
That night, the bandits set up camp outside the city, resting and gathering strength to capture the next city.
Bathed in the night, Tuwahaer emerged from his camp tent with the Moon Shadow Frost he had acquired that day in hand, then entered a tent some distance from the camp.
He bent at the waist, and an expression of deep reverence unexpectedly