As day and night turned, two months flashed by in the blink of an eye.
The small bronze sword, silent in her palm for three months, rang with a sword cry, burning hot to the touch. Chang Le opened her eyes, a flash of spiritual light passing through them before returning to calm.
Chang Le picked up the Silk Slip, projected her Divine Sense into it, and unsurprisingly saw many encouraging messages from her former colleagues in Wei City.
Chapter 27