Late at night, Duke of Jin Manor, Broken Blade Hall.
Yaoshi Yuan sat upright on a meditation mat. In front of her was a mountain of blades, with dozens of broken blades stuck into it. Three broken spears now stood at the very top, one of them the spearhead of the Soul Severing Spear. They were the fruits of her labor over the past half month.
The last time she had come here, Yaoshi Yuan had been bottling up a vicious rage. She had loathed her father's grubby scheming and, looking at the mountain of broken blades, had seen only the decayed glory of her father's past. But now that she had returned, her state of mind was different.
Because she had truly broken weapons herself.
Breaking a weapon was actually extremely difficult. This was especially true for someone of her noble status and prestigious birth. After experiencing battle, one would naturally have specialists maintain one's weapons, and she always kept multiple spares ready. Deliberately using a nearly damaged weapon was irresponsible with regard to one's life. Only when facing an enemy far beyond one's own strength, or when caught in a succession of battles, would one's weapon break.
There were dozens of broken blades in Broken Blade Hall. Even if most of them had been staged, as long as a few were genuine, they were enough to prove Yaoshi Mo Ke's bravery.
Although, from the perspective of his biological daughter, Yaoshi Yuan had always felt that her father was an indecisive, cowardly, self-serving minister, if Yaoshi Mo Ke had truly always been that kind of person, how could he have won True Man Changqiu's recognition? How could he have been personally chosen by her as a Foundation Establishment seed, ruled Zhou Kingdom for twenty years, and even deposed and