s on recovering, leave it all to me..."Yelü Shenxuan instinctively lowered his head to look at Yuan Shidao's left leg, and saw that the flesh and blood above the knee was blurred with blood. Let alone...rrow sword, a chilling sensation emanating from the icy steel hilt. Nearly a thousand years had passed, yet time and wear hadn't corroded the blade; instead, they had only intensified its frigid edge,...