Chapter 139

• Jun Gu who lay before them looked just as he had ten years ago at his burial. His bronze skin full and taut, his jet black hair stretched out beneath his body, his eyes closed, his brows as striking as ever. Below his straight sharp nose was his mouth, slightly open, holding half a piece of clear green jade. His hands were overlapped on his abdomen, holding the sword that had won him countless battles and slain countless enemies.
• The sword glowed coldly under the moonlight, though hidden for ten years, it was still as sharp as ever.
• Jun Xian and Jun Qing held back their tears at the sight.