The Urban Dao Child.
Yang Dao is an orphan. He does not speak much. He is so introverted that if not for his grades no one would have even known about him. One day it all changed. A red helicopter landed in front of him and a black-haired beauty walked up to him. She spoke in a joyful and emotional voice, "Young Master, this servant finally found you." ... Follow Yang Dao, a boy blessed by the heavens. A guy who was given four familiar spirits by the heavens. DISCLAIMER: THE COVER IMAGE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.
Arrogance.
Yang Dao held the vermillion sword in his hand and sensed the slight tremor coming from the sword. The sword was three feet long, slender blade, narrowing down as it more towards the tip of the blade. The width of the blade was three inches to half an inch. While held in the palm of the Dao child, it seemed to have been custom-made for himself.
The boy was attracted to the crimson phoenix carved along the blade face or both sides. The exquisiteness of the sword made it look like a decorative blade and nothing much, but appearances can be deceiving. The boy was stunned for a moment when he took hold of the blade. It was not because he was smitten with the beauty, but because his brain was flooded with a lot of ways to use the sword. Yes, the blade came with its unique sword skills.
The boy woke up after a second and asked, "Can I have a sheath?"