C89 The Sword Became New

Chu Qing withdrew his imposing presence, flexing his wrist to lift the tip of his blade. His gaze fell upon the rusted sword in his grasp, his brow creasing with a hint of concern, his eyes brimming with astonishment.

The sword had undergone a subtle transformation; the rust marring its spine had lightened ever so slightly. It was a change imperceptible to most, but Chu Qing