Yin Zhan's weapon was a saber, which looked extremely heavy with a ferocious wolf head carved into the hilt, yet it seemed as light as a swan feather when he wielded it. He scoffed at Jih Heng's golden silk folding fan and said with a loud laugh, "Nephew, your weapon is far too redolent of rouge and powder!"
Jih Heng replied with a faint smile, "As long as it's effective." The fan flicked open and closed, grazing past Yin Zhan, leaving a streak of blood on his face.
Unperturbed, he wiped off the blood and said, "Such a treacherous hidden weapon!"
"After all, uncle, my parents have already experienced your despicable nature; I dare not take you lightly," Jih Heng replied indolently.
