As soon as the King of Wu entered the front hall, he saw a young master with a face like polished jade and a Sacred Mark engraved between his brows, carefully wiping a Bronze Sword. The sight rather resembled his own manner when exploring a beauty's tender flesh.
Seemingly hearing the footsteps, Luo Qing raised his head. A potbellied, middle-aged man walked in, dressed in the robes of a Great Han vassal king.
The two exchanged a glance.
Luo Qing pointed to the seat beside him. "King of Wu, please take a seat."
Luo Qing's conduct was extremely discourteous. Ordinarily, the King of Wu would certainly have erupted, but now his conscience was uneasy, and he did not want trouble. He took his seat and bowed with clasped hands. "Your distinguished presence brings splendor to my humble Wu State, young master. May I ask whether you have come on some important business that requires my assistance?"
The white cloth in Luo Qing's hand moved slowly over the blade. Then he lightly flourished the Precious Sword, now wiped spotless, and said, "Your Majesty, do you know where this sword came from?"
Taken aback, the King of Wu replied, "I do not. Please enlighten me, young master."
Luo Qing chuckled softly. "This is a sword King Zhao of Zhou bestowed upon our clan a thousand years ago. There is a story behind this Precious Sword.
"Please allow Qing to tell it to you, Your Majesty."
"At the time, a treacherous minister named Yu tried to sow discord between the Son of Heaven of Zhou and the Luo State. So the Son of Heaven of Zhou personally killed him in the Great Hall of the Royal Palace, then bestowed the sword he had used to kill him upon our clan. It has been