"I'm here to return the sword!"
The ruler of You Huang Ghost Country looked at the young boy, pointing to the antique long sword already placed on the desk. The colour of the sword's scabbard seemed to have darkened since their last meeting.
"Hmm!"
Feng Qing'an responded, just as he was pondering on what to say next, he saw a miniature phoenix flapping its wings and landing onto his shoulder, it squawked at him in surprise,
"Feng Qing'an, is this sword yours?"
"What's the matter? Is there a problem?"
The young boy tilted his head and looked at the phoenix on his shoulder as he asked with a smile.
"Where did you get such an incredible sword?"
Youyou couldn't believe it. She knew that Feng Qing'an had a sword, but she thought it was just for decoration, because she had never felt any threat from it.
