Wen Suqu opened his slightly closed eyes, his aged face carrying a pair of eyes as clear as a child's.
His hand stopped the motion of knocking on the sword and looked at Lu Wei: "How do you weave a sword?"
Lu Wei stood up and bowed respectfully; his words stirred a wave of amazement in the garden: "Long has the miraculous name of Yunlang's Heart Sword [Mirror] been heard, alas, without chance to see it. Since Elder Wen masters heaven and earth and wields this sword, perhaps it can mirror the self of life's perception, thus resolving the riddle of 'I cannot defeat myself' for us juniors."
Qun Fei clapped softly, smiling and praising: "Lu, my friend, wonderful."
Qiu Si shook his head, then furrowed his brow in contemplation, not speaking.
Pei Ye turned to look at Li Tishui.
