"Xuanyuan Sword?"
Having agreed to accept it from Fu Hua, Hong Meiling finally examined the golden sword before her carefully. She could not help feeling a little excited. Even if it was a replica, it was still the Xuanyuan Sword!
Stretching out both hands, Hong Meiling gripped the hilt and pulled it free.
She could sense the terrifying power contained within the Xuanyuan Sword, but she did not know how to wield it. She did not ask Fu Hua, because Fu Hua had already told her to comprehend it herself.
Still, holding the Xuanyuan Sword felt somewhat unnatural to her. She had never used a sword before, nor had she ever considered it. If only... this Xuanyuan Sword could turn into gloves...
Once Hong Meiling had fully taken hold of the Xuanyuan Sword, Fu Hua waved one hand... and the two of them returned to the courtyard once more. After glancing at Hong Meiling, Fu Hua turned to leave.
Hearing Fu Hua's departing footsteps, Hong Meiling quickly raised her head. Thinking of something as she watched Fu Hua's back, she hurried after her.
"Master, wait."
"Hmm?"
Hearing Hong Meiling's voice, Fu Hua stopped and turned around, looking at her in confusion.
"Um... that... feather? Do you still have any, Master?" Thinking of the feather Wu Qing'e had held earlier, Hong Meiling realized that Fu Hua was about to leave for some time. If she kept that feather by her side, would it feel as though Fu Hua had not left and was always beside her?
So... she wanted one...
"A feather? You mean... a Jingwei Feather?"
"Mm-hmm."
Hong Meiling nodded quickly.
"With your strength, you have no need for such a thing."
"Huh?"
Hong Meiling blinked. This was completely different from what she had imagined.
"But since you want