Early morning, the next day.
A horse carriage was standing outside the Great Blue Residence.
Outside the carriage, Zheng Ru was talking with Yi Chen at the moment.
In Yi Chen's hands, there was a simple sword.
"It's something I requested the blacksmith to specially make for you. The weight should be just right for you," Zheng Ru said after he had passed the sword to him.
As he listened to his words, Yi Chen tried lightly swinging it here and there and couldn't help but nod to himself.
It was a simple sword, but on a closer look, one may realise the precision with which it was made. The sharpness on the edges was also no joke.
Seeing the satisfaction on Yi Chen's face, Zheng Ru said, "See it as a parting gift from my side. Take good care of it, you understand?"
"I will." Yi Chen sincerely said as his hand tightly gripped the hilt.
