The exchange of communication was abruptly cut after Cui Xi spoke of his condition. Silence descended upon the wood. The sword showed no sign of movement once again. The tip of its blade struck the ground, deep enough to make it stood straight.
Fang Xi Yang took the initiative to take several steps forward to have a closer look at the sword. His eyes studied every detail from the hilt of the weapon to the tip of the blade. His face showed a deep interest as he gazed at every part of the sword.
In most weapons, there were identity tokens placed on its hilt. Some were a small piece of clothing while others were accessories such as necklaces, bracelets, etc. It was a ceremony that was mostly followed by the powerful masters who wanted to leave a remembrance of their weapon. Others also do this to pass a gift to the next owner in hope that they would take care of their legacy. After all, to these types of masters, swords were their only trusted companions.
