Yang Dao held the vermillion sword in his hand and sensed the slight tremor coming from the sword. The sword was three feet long, slender blade, narrowing down as it more towards the tip of the blade. The width of the blade was three inches to half an inch. While held in the palm of the Dao child, it seemed to have been custom-made for himself.
The boy was attracted to the crimson phoenix carved along the blade face or both sides. The exquisiteness of the sword made it look like a decorative blade and nothing much, but appearances can be deceiving. The boy was stunned for a moment when he took hold of the blade. It was not because he was smitten with the beauty, but because his brain was flooded with a lot of ways to use the sword. Yes, the blade came with its unique sword skills.
The boy woke up after a second and asked, "Can I have a sheath?"
