Throughout half his life, Shen Jue had never endured such humiliation.
His hands had always wielded the Killing Sword, stained with his enemies' blood and the lives of those who defied him. He had never imagined that one day he'd be holding a hoe, doing the farm work of ordinary people who couldn't cultivate.
He remembered his sword, a deadly weapon that had slain at least tens of thousands. Years of bloodshed had filled the grooves of the sword with blood crust, which he never cleaned because it was a testament to his conquest of the Heaven-Gazing Gorge. He even thought one day the sword would turn crimson from the silver-gray it initially was, instilling fear in countless people.
Now the sword was no longer in his hand.
In his hand was only a hoe!
And dirt was lodged beneath his fingernails!
He even sat on the yellow earth with just a few green onions, not caring about dirtying his clothes, like a farmer exhausted by work and heedless of anything else.
"No way!"
