As the long sword was selected, the puppet leapt into the air and one could see its wordless back.
"Whoosh!" Zhangsun Jing only saw the sword dancing around vigorously in the air. With the state of his vision, he was only able to keep track of the sword's tip, unable to perceive all of its variations.
In a short period of time, he was able to grasp the rhythm's significance and what was really happening. Little by little it became clear that this was in no way a random act.
The puppet only went back into its box when the sword was put away. Coincidentally, it was face down now, so one could see that it had glossy black hair and that it was now inscribed with the words,
"I would never be so bold as to forsake your benevolence. Let the spirit of Taoism, along with my gratitude, be communicated through this blade."
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