"Use this one. Senior Brother Changming used it back in the day. It's a fine sword—cuts through iron like mud. I just never had a chance to use it myself," Li Huowang said to Chun Xiaoman, who was holding his sword.
Chun Xiaoman stared in surprise at the longsword in her hands. Though it felt a bit heavy, it was still far better than her previous weapon.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Li!"
"Practice with your sword often. I gave you that Daoist Bell, yes, but don't rely on Old Master You for everything. Summoning him costs three months of your yangshou each time. How many sets of three months does a person have in their life?"
Chun Xiaoman nodded. She turned and nearly bumped into the young Yang kid, who had just entered. Excited, she unfastened the sword at her waist and shoved it into his arms.
"This sword's yours now. Come on! Let's go practice outside!"
