Li Chenzhou said, "This saber is called the Tiger Soul. It belonged to the late General Wen."
Hu Xiaotian nodded. "I thought it looked familiar." However thick your damned skin is, you're still a renowned general of Great Yong. Surely you wouldn't pocket a dead man's saber.
Li Chenzhou, however, showed no intention of returning the Tiger Soul to Hu Xiaotian. He said quietly, "This saber belongs to Feng Xingyun. He and I have something of a friendship, and I intend to return the Tiger Soul to him in person."
"Oh," Hu Xiaotian said. "Returning his belongings to General Wen's parents would amount to the same thing, really."
"Lord Hu, you probably don't know this saber's history," Li Chenzhou said. "This was the weapon Feng Xingyun wielded when he swept across the world in his youth. The fact that he gave the Tiger Soul to General Wen shows how fond he was of him. Now General Wen has been murdered, and the weapon that killed him was this very saber. I'm certain Feng Xingyun won't let the matter rest. He'll take this saber, find the true killer, and cut him into a thousand pieces." As he spoke, a deep chill seeped through his clenched teeth, and icy killing intent flashed in his eyes.
Hu Xiaotian shuddered inwardly, but outwardly he nodded as though he shared the feeling. "General Wen and I shared hardship and happiness all the way here," he said indignantly. "If I find out who killed him, I'll slay that villain with my own hands."
Li Chenzhou suddenly asked, "Do you know martial arts, Lord Hu?"
The unexpected question briefly startled Hu Xiaotian. Unsure what Li Chenzhou was getting at, he thought quickly and answered at once. "I've learned a few ways to defend myself, but calling them