Li Jun stared at the sword. It had a long silver blade and an intricate design. The hilt was red with golden vines wrapped around it. The name 'Wei' had been engraved at the base of the blade.
"Why do you have that!?" He demanded.
This was the sword that his father supposedly used during the battle that he had died in. When Li Wei died, the soldiers were ordered to retreat. They left his belongings with his body as they fled. Why did Li Hong have his sword?
"Oh, this?" Li Hong smiled as he lifted the sword and inspected it. "It was presented as proof that your father was dead."
Li Jun's gaze fell dark as he glared at his uncle.
"Why do you have it?" Li Jun shouted again.
"Don't question me, boy. I will send you to join your father soon. You can ask him." Li Hong spat out another mouthful of blood as he dashed forward.
