A moment later, Yun Huang raised his hand.
A streak of light the color of sky reflected in water swept from his sleeve, its sword light instantly illuminating half the immortal terrace.
The next moment, the longsword settled firmly into Yun Qing's palm.
The sword measured over three feet long. Its scabbard was fashioned entirely around a frame of azure-green divine jade, edged with ancient gold, with mountains, rivers, sun, and moon subtly emerging across its surface. Upon taking it in hand, one heard none of the harsh clash of battle, but first a clear, ringing note of jade, like the first solemn chime tone as ceremonial music began.
This was a sword of ancient elegance and stately dignity.
Its color was serene, clear and blue-green as the heavens. It was as though the sky newly cleared after rain had been reflected within an ancient jade disc, its gentle elegance holding a nobility none could lightly offend.
Yun Qing lowered his head to study it, tracing the hilt carefully with his fingertips. A glimmer of wonder immediately rose in his eyes.
"Azure Jade," Yun Huang said quietly.
Only two words, yet every heart trembled involuntarily. Even Yun Jinglei forgot that he was still swinging from the tree and simply stared wide-eyed at the sword, his mouth forming a circle. A sharp gleam also flashed through Yun Baojian's eyes.
An ancient saying held that azure jade was used to pay homage to Heaven.
Before this sword had even left its scabbard, it already exuded the majesty of something enthroned above the Nine Heavens.
Yun Tianluo drew a sharp breath and murmured, "Could this be the very sword Grandfather spoke of, the one that once stood in the Immortal Court...?"
The Immortal Court?
Yun Qing's double pupils shifted slightly at those words.