Luo Ying Shen seemed used to her master's gaze. She picked up the little sword, and with a twist of her fingers, made it transform under the power of her essence. It grew larger and larger, and when it returned to its normal form, I couldn't help feeling startled. This was no ordinary pink sword. Along with its blade, sharp enough to slice through iron as if it were mud, there was a slender opening at the hilt—its shape looked much more like a sword sheath!
This sword sheath was wrapped with tassels and cords only around the handgrip, while its entire body radiated a fierce sword-light. In Luo Ying Shen's hand, it fluttered about like a nimble sword butterfly, presenting a sight that was utterly refreshing.
Just as Luo Fengzhi and I were both feeling astonished, Luo Ying Shen reached out and summoned her original cherry-colored slender sword. Then, with a clang, she thrust the sword into the new sheath!
"See that? This is what 'a perfect match made in heaven' means!" Luo Ying Shen glanced at her master and me with some annoyance. She had probably already decided that we were a pair of dark-minded people.
Luo Fengzhi looked at the sheath, then at the sword. The corners of his lips lifted slightly, and his face reddened a little as he said with a smile, "Valley Master Xu He really went too far. You're already an adult, so you don't need this sort of guidance at all..."
"Master! What exactly are you trying to say!?" Luo Ying Shen glared at Luo Fengzhi with an almost murderous look. If I hadn't been there, she probably would have drawn her sword without mercy.
Sword sheath? Sword? Entering the sheath? A perfect match made in heaven? After thinking it over, I