"This is... a sword? How come I didn't see you with this the whole time? And there's no way this thing could get through a security check!" Staring at the long, sheathless sword Chu Qianqian had handed him, Zhou Fan was completely dumbfounded!
"This was passed down from our ancestors. Originally, my father wanted to give it to me as a dowry when I got married, but then an accident happened. I only got it back ten years ago!"
"Try saying its name in your mind, and you'll understand how I was able to bring it here without you noticing!" Chu Qianqian looked at Zhou Fan with a smile—or rather, at the sword in his hand!
"What's the sword's name?"
"Li Hen!"
'Li Hen?'
Zhou Fan looked at the sword in his hand. It was entirely ink-black, its blade about three feet long. Its touch was bone-chillingly cold, as if it could freeze a person's blood solid. He tried saying its name in his mind, and in an instant, the longsword vanished from his sight!
