"...." Pei Ye suddenly felt the hilt of the sword in his hand was somewhat hot.
He stared at the girl in front of him, but she seemed to have mentioned only a trivial matter, her gaze still fixed on the various swords on the wall, "Look at that reddish-brown one, can you guess what it is made of?"
Pei Ye looked up, and indeed, it was a sword of strange allure.
"Reddish-brown," derived from great fires, yet not brash or restless, possessed a solid and sturdy quality, much like jade.
This sword was the epitome of "reddish-brown," both vibrant and refined, eye-catching without being garish, its depth seemed to bear fine, hair-like strands of profound black that subdued the pure red, adding to its layered depth.
Resilient as jade, subdued yet captivating, distinct in form, Pei Ye took a closer look and was immediately transfixed.
"This is..." Pei Ye paused and furrowed his brows, "a kind of jade?"