C33 The General Trend(515)

The forest's edge was thick with foliage, yet its heart lay bare, trees felled in what seemed a deliberate clearing. At its center stood a grave, unmarked by any tombstone. A dark golden sword with dragon-etched sheath was thrust into the ground at an angle, clearly no ordinary blade.

"Whose grave is this?" Bai Yeh inquired.

"My master's," came the reply.

"Your master?"

"Yes