Sword materials and names

"God hunting isn't about brute force. Do you really expect to have an advantage in strength against a Seventh Ring Ancient God?"

"As far as I'm concerned, he's more useful than you."

Simon Marshall firmly sided with Yin Ming.

He refuted the objection without a hint of courtesy, the flames in his eyes sweeping over the others. After a pause, he said, "First, why don't we all tell each other what to call us? We need code names, at least."

The short figure seated atop the clouds glanced at the Sealing Sword in hand and said, "White Porcelain Ulaanbaatar!"

"Ruby Diadi!"

"Azure Crystal Dudelpe!"

"Pato Yateli!"

They were all names of Sealing Swords.

Ulaanbaatar was the ear, carrying the sentiment of a lover pouring out their heart.

Diadi was the lips, carrying a sense of finality.

Dudelpe was the eyebrows, carrying a sense of sorrow.

Yateli was the nose, carrying a sense of flirtatious banter.

"These names..."

Yin Ming was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected Ember's melodramatic guess to actually come true.

No, Ember forged these things in the first place, so naturally Ember named the swords too. Maybe it was all just wishful thinking.

What if the object of that obsession wasn't some damned lover, but a son?

"..."

It was Yin Ming's turn to give his code name.

Yin Ming held out his empty hands and cast a discreet glance at Simon Marshall.

"You've got some nerve!"

Eternal Silence's Remains smiled faintly and honored the promise made when Yin Ming joined the God-Hunting Squad, tossing him the Amber Sword as well.

Aside from sealing things, it wasn't particularly useful. Moreover, it couldn't be destroyed without mastery of laws. Leaving it with Yin Ming maintained a relative balance, since anyone who needed it could simply snatch it away.