Qingfeng Ji: Duanlong Gorge

Shen Jingci touched the scabbard of the Qingfeng sword beside him. The old blue cloth had been replaced with a new one. It was still the one he brought when he was eighteen years old. The sword was still cold and hard, like the bones of the Shen family, and had never been bent. He raised his head and nodded to the Wudang leader: "Okay, I'll go with you."