Noon, Fu Wentao's villa.
Qi Yun placed the two treasure swords brought back from Japan on the table. The bronze sword on the left had an ancient shape, its surface covered with green patterns, giving a heavy sense of history from the Spring and Autumn period.
In contrast, the Nine Dragon Treasure Sword on the right appeared much more luxurious. The sword's body was entwined with nine golden dragons, with immaculate details on the dragon whiskers and scales. A pigeon blood ruby was embedded in the hilt, symbolizing the pinnacle craftsmanship of the Qianlong era.
Fu Wentao held the Nine Dragon Treasure Sword in his hand, scrutinizing it closely, with an indescribable emotion on his face. His ancestors were once highly regarded by that emperor, and many items bestowed by Qianlong were still preserved in the ancestral home.
"Tha...thank you." Fu Wentao put the Nine Dragon Treasure Sword back in the wooden box and earnestly thanked Qi Yun.
