When Li Xuan arrived at the training ground in the backyard, he found that Li Chengji was holding a sword with an exceptionally solemn and reverent expression on his face.
The sword was approximately three feet and nine inches long, with the sheath made of locust wood, and a blue gem embedded at the end of the handle.
Li Xuan found it familiar: "Isn't this the sword that was worshipped in our ancestral shrine?"
"This is the personal sword of our ancestor, the first Earl Chengyi." Li Chengji glared at him: "First, pay your respects!"
Li Xuan didn't quite understand, but he still followed Li Chengji's instructions, holding three sticks of incense and bowing to the sword. Only then did he look at Li Chengji in confusion: "This sword was placed well in the shrine, why did you bring it out?"
"Of course, to help you study martial arts."
Li Chengji snorted, and with a pat on the scabbard, the sword inside turned into a bleak long rainbow and fell in front of Li Xuan.
