The sword felt right in her hand. The feeling was so pervasive, it seemed as though the sword was calling out to her, beckoning her to be its master. The energy was undeniable. Ling Chunxi believed she had found the right weapon—she believed she should be the master of this sword. When it came to such matters, thinking was futile. It was about trusting her gut feeling!
"How much for this sword?" Ling Chuxi asked as calmly as she could.
