Since most of the people present were practically family, Wu Ke was not embarrassed at all. She giggled and said, "This is called 'even the wisest make mistakes.' It proves I'm a smart person, okay?"
Chu Yulan heard this and slapped her forehead, making an expression of defeat.
Everyone laughed, and Chu Chen said, "Just as Xiaolan said, if this really follows the style of a Han sword, then it must be a replica made by later generations. But now, it looks more likely to be the genuine article."
"Then I have a question." Chu Yulan raised her hand and said, "If this sword really is Chixiao, then it has been passed down for at least two thousand years. I wouldn't find it strange if it had been kept in an ordinary environment, but it's been sitting in a damp well for so long. How could it still look as good as new?"
Chu Chen chuckled. "If it had been stored normally, it probably would have been difficult to preserve it this well. But just look at the hilt."
As he spoke, he showed everyone the hilt. The section connecting the hilt and scabbard had clearly been sealed extremely tightly. Combined with the oilcloth wrapping, it would indeed have been very difficult for moisture to reach the actual blade.
After hearing Chu Chen's explanation, everyone suddenly understood. It was practically a sealed environment, so it made sense that the sword had been preserved so well. Of course, if it had been an ordinary sword, even this kind of treatment would probably not have prevented the blade from being affected after more than a century. But since it was Chixiao, one of the Ten Famous Swords, it was not so surprising.
At that moment, Wu Ke suddenly thought of something and