Budding Lotus — VII

The interior of the armoury was nothing yet everything like the surgeon had expected at the same time. It was breathtaking, the rugged grandeur of weapons meant to take lives, beautiful when perched on their racks.

Li Xinyuan's eyes flickered around, swift and sharp, in a desperate attempt to take everything that was unfolding in front of him.

The armoury was humongous to say the least, each weapon kept in its rightful place, so segregated yet so united at the same time. Each design was a different story, swords, shields, axes, spears. It was a feast to the eyes and dream of every martial artist.

Distinct in their making under the flickering flames illuminating the entire place, even Li Xinyuan — a doctor through and through — could see the beauty in them. It was nothing short of just one word—

Beautiful.