"...What is that?"
"It won't be long before senior brother and we all become part of the Younger Generation of Nine Provinces," Vera replied calmly.
The Younger Generation of Nine Provinces referred to the martial world's brightest stars in their early twenties, the beacons of the future.
"I am satisfied with the sword passed down in my family. But as the leader among the future Suncrest prodigies, don't you think senior brother should wield a sword befitting his status?"
Vera drew the Falling Blossom Sword from its sheath. Its blade shimmered with a mystical, multi-colored radiance, dark and lustrous like the night sky. Engraved along its length were constellations of the Twenty-Eight Celestial Mansions.
A family heirloom, its craftsmanship was unparalleled, its material unfathomable. Even the intricate details revealed that it was far more than a mere treasure—it was a masterpiece.
