C3819 Sword Burial

Hearing the ethereal, elusive voice, Yan Shen's skin, as pale as snow, trembled. Her entire body shook, and though she remained unconscious, tears clung to the corners of her eyes. Her heart was crying out, screaming silently, unable to make a sound.

"Yan... Shen..."

Another melodious voice echoed in her mind.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Yan Shen's mind exploded with a flood of memories