"Take these two as well, as a token of my regard."
Elder Jingsi first took out an engraving knife and handed it to Cheng Xinzhan.
"This is an engraving knife I often use, called Mountain-Cleaver. Its handle is warm jade from the Southern Wastes. There is little to say about that; it simply makes it comfortable to hold. But the blade was taken from a foreclaw shed by a Third Realm pangolin. It is incomparably sharp and cuts iron like mud. Without a good engraving knife, you would never be able to engrave talismans on High Truth."
Cheng Xinzhan cupped his hands and stepped back. "Elder, we agreed to exchange pills for a sword. High Truth is more than enough for me. I dare not deprive you of something you treasure by accepting more."
Elder Jingsi forced the engraving knife into his hand and said,
"High Truth is not my private property. It belongs to Sword-Casting Mountain. Although I have the authority to dispose of it, a sword blank of this caliber requires the mountain head's approval. The mountain head gave his approval today, but that also means Sword-Casting Mountain has shouldered part of this debt of gratitude on my behalf.
"To you, perhaps that makes no difference. To me, it does. There is no need to speak of what Sword-Casting Mountain means to me. Even if it demanded my life, I would not utter a word of objection. But to you, Xinzhan, I must also offer a token of my own regard."
Elder Jingsi spoke earnestly. Not only did he press the engraving knife into Cheng Xinzhan's hand, he also took out a golden book and handed it to him.
"This Golden Talisman Book of Summoning All Spirits and Commanding Ten Thousand Dharmas was first obtained from the ruins