He held the sword, feeling as if it were breathing.
It had its own pulse, its own rhythm and breath.
The one who had actually transformed was himself.
Li Guanyi handed the wooden sword to Shi Yisong, who was overjoyed. The next day, Li Guanyi, along with Murong Longtu and Shaking Light, would part from the merchant crew. Holding the wooden sword, Shi Yisong pursed his lips tightly, his head bowed in silence.
Shi Wu nudged him and said, "Look, the Taoist has already left, didn't you have a great time with him this month?"
Shi Yisong didn't respond, stubborn as a child his age.
Shi Wu said awkwardly, "This kid."
"He can't bear to part with you, but is too embarrassed to say it."
Shi Yisong suddenly turned his head, his face flushed, and shouted:
"Who, who's embarrassed! Who can't bear it!"
He looked at Li Guanyi, pursed his lips, held the wooden sword, and then murmured softly, "You, get your hand out."
