A bolt of lightning split the silt in a lotus pond, blasting out a bloodstained military token from the Shen family.
At the same moment, Shen Zhao, the cold-faced God of War who had fallen from a cliff at Hantan Pass, opened her eyes in the body of her male favorite, Su Yan.
She reached beneath the pillow for a poisoned needle. He hefted an eighty-jin broadsword.
“This general’s needle can sew clothes, and it can sew a mouth shut, too!”
“General… this busted blade is crushing the salted fish!”
