Seeing the pleased smile on the old man's kind face, Phoenix was suddenly reminded of her deceased parents, and her eyes began to well up again.
The old man consoled her, "Child, don't be so sad. One day, you will have your revenge!"
"Thank you, Teacher." Phoenix suppressed her grief and bowed to the old man.
"I don't have much time left. Now, I will give you two final gifts." As the old man spoke, a blood-red sword suddenly flew out from the thatched hut, hovering in the air before him.
The Long Sword was three fingers wide and about two and a half feet long. It emanated a magnificent, fiery aura. Countless complex inscriptions were engraved upon its blade. The hilt and guard resembled a phoenix spreading its wings to take flight, its entire form a visceral blood-red, as if liquid blood were flowing across its surface.
