The voice paused, and his gaze fell on the long saber behind Xiahou Jie, saying,
"When you pay respect to father, don't bring the saber with you. It's been a year, and he doesn't know how many times he has muttered about you in secret. Don't be stubborn with him this time."
"He only knows how to put on a stern face. How could he mutter about me? Even if he did, he would only be complaining that I don't play the qin and only practice the saber."
"Playing the qin is not as good as the saber, practicing the saber is more exhilarating."
Though she said this, Xiahou Jie obediently removed the long saber from her back and gently placed it on the table.
The edge of the saber was chillingly cold.
The high-quality golden nanmu table seemed to sink slightly.
