Old Master Jimo returned shortly, solemnly holding a purple wooden box with both hands, Luo Qianqian quickly gathered the items on her desk together, making room for Old Master Jimo to place the box that looked quite valuable.
Observing the box without any patterns, Luo Qianqian was also unable to guess what it was.
Old Master Jimo, with a face of calmness, said, "Guess what it is? If you guess it right, it's yours."
Upon hearing this, Luo Qianqian's spirits lifted, she estimated the size of the box, "Sword?" Although she felt it should be something like a bronze sword, the image of a rust-free steel sword used by modern people to stay fit popped into her mind. She even thought it might be a Five Emperors Coin Sword, her eyes sparkling with excitement, could it be to teach her about reading yin and yang, discerning right from wrong, fighting evil spirits?
Seeing the look in Luo Qianqian's eyes, Jimo Kong could guess what she was thinking, and shook his head, speechless.
