The Morning Dew Saber

Shen Wenlong held his saber across his chest. The blade was perfectly still, yet a faint gleam seemed to flicker along it with the light. Near the hilt was a pale blue mark shaped like a dewdrop, or perhaps a lover's tear.

Whenever this treasured blade drank its fill of blood, the dewdrop would stand out, its color shifting from pale blue to dazzling crimson, bright and glistening as if about to fall.