Zuoqiu Longhua nodded and turned to enter the house, the ancient sword he carried on his back was long and simple, mirroring his own temperament quite closely. Pei Ye remembered that last time, in a game of Swordplay Chess, he had defeated Yang Zhenbing, surely a formidable swordbearer.
Not all swordbearers could be judged by their appearance, some, even though they always carried a sword, didn't appear peculiar. Their sword would be dusty when they were travel-worn, and when they dressed brightly, you couldn't really tell whether the sword at their waist was a weapon or merely an ornament.
Like the middle-aged man eating noodles in the alleyways, like Zhu Gaoyang, and like Pei Ye himself.
But the hobby for swords was to an extreme, and "intention" doesn't necessarily mean a remarkable temperament, but those with a remarkable temperament were certainly powerful—like Ming Qi Tian, like Yan Feiqing, Yang Zhenbing, and like Zuoqiu Longhua.
