The blade was as cold as autumn water and wholly undamaged. As it reflected the river and the mists, subtle ripples seemed to dance across its surface. Near the hilt were four small characters, carved there in seal script. Yu Shengyan came over to take a look. “Ah, the Shanhe Tongbei5 sword! It’s the sword of the Xuandu Violet Palace’s sect leader. This man really is Shen Qiao!”
