The Tang Heng Blade is short, measuring two feet in length and two fingers wide. Its sheath extends over the hilt, making it thin and sharp. The blade's dull copper ring, exposed on the exterior, exudes an eerie chill. Convenient to carry, it can fit snugly in one's chest pocket or hidden within a sleeve—it's favored by assassins and killers.
However, it also means close combat offers no advantage whatsoever.
Zhao Yan couldn't pinpoint what Chen Yi might be hiding behind his back.
Yet, Qingfeng Hall ultimately belonged to Lifeng Pavilion. The lurking tension within Zhao Yan's heart, stirred by Chen Yi's abrupt appearance, began to settle. Zhao Yan's tone turned leisurely:
"It seems Young Master Long has heard everything?"
Chen Yi raised a brow and replied, "I've heard some of it."
Jiang Shangli's breath grew somewhat labored, his gaze shifting between darkness and light, as the image of the button rolling into the tea remained vivid in his mind.
