"That's good then."
Qing Yuan broke into a smile, deliberately changing the subject: "Senior Brother Mu's Divine Sword is said to be an ancient divine sword. Qing Yuan is curious: Senior Brother Mu, only sixteen, how did you come across such an envious ancient divine sword?"
"This sword?"
Mu Fan gently stroked his Divine Sword. His eyes became dazed for a moment, as if he was digging into his past memories.
Qing Yuan raised an eyebrow: "Would Senior Brother Mu like to tell Qing Yuan?"
"It's a long story."
Mu Fan's right index finger gently rubbed the hilt of his sword, contemplating how to recount the tale.
"Take your time Senior Brother Mu, I'm not in a rush."
Qing Yuan leaned back, downed his cup of wine in one go, rested his cheek on his hand, looking at him with a laughing grin.
"That was...six years ago."
Past images appeared in Mu Fan's eye, a trace of nostalgia shimmered in his eyes.
*
Six years ago.