Guard Captain Liu Yan didn’t hesitate for a single breath.
Hearing the icy edge in Gu Changsheng’s voice when he mentioned the Spirit Vein Dungeon. The twenty-two-year-old swordswoman dropped to one knee on the white jade platform and reached inside the steel breastplate of her armor.
She pulled out a flat, palm-sized tablet of dark red blood-stone etched with intricate silver tunnel lines and handed it up to Gu Changsheng with both hands.
“Benefactor Gu, you saved my twenty sisters from dying as that scumbag’s mindless puppets, and you returned my late mother’s jade pendant,” Liu Yan said, her voice ringing with fierce determination. “For the past two years, Chu Tian used my squad to guard the outer vents of the underground Spirit Vein sewer beneath Supreme Sword Mountain. After he fled just now, the sect master will definitely rotate the surface gate codes—but this blood-stone map records every single underground drainage shaft.
Magnetic iron layer, and guard post down to three thousand feet!”
Beside her, Saintess Lin Qing sheathed her Rank 5 Frost-Moon Sword and bowed deeply alongside her bleeding uncle, Second Elder Lin Shan.
“Our Frost-Moon Clan owes fifty thousand lives to Lord Gu and your children today,” Saintess Lin Qing declared clearly so the entire plaza could hear. “Whatever prisoner or treasure the Supreme Sword Sect is hiding in that dungeon, my Frost-Moon Clan and our thirty border garrisons will hold Sky-Border Pass as your rear base! Not a single Supreme Sword scout will pass through these…
