As Master Fu spoke, Wuxie's mind raced with questions. However, one question burned brighter than the rest. "Wait, where is my sword?" Wuxie asked suddenly, his eyes widening with realization.
Master Fu's gaze softened as he reached under the bed, retrieving the sword that Wuxie had clutched onto so tightly during their adventure. He handed it to Wuxie, who took it gingerly, examining it closely.
The sword gleamed in the dim light of the room, its blade reflecting an otherworldly sheen. Wuxie could feel a faint hum of power emanating from it, sending a shiver down his spine.
As he turned the sword over in his hands, Wuxie couldn't shake the images that had flashed through his mind when he first touched it. "Master Fu," he began, his voice filled with wonder and curiosity, "when I touched this sword, I saw a flash... a flash of a very powerful blade. It was divided into four pieces, and this one is one of them."
