Saturday, August 19th.
It was the thirteenth day of the summer vacation.
Odd Zhuo was in an unusually good mood today, for his cheap shifu Wang Ling had invited him to accompany Wang Ling to that flower and bird market from over ten years ago to look for clues on the scabbard.
Wang Ling had already checked out the vendor who sold swords and scabbards – the market stalls all had numbers, and the shop that sold swords was still in operation.
Odd Zhuo drove the two of them there. As they entered the shop, they saw a silk banner at the entrance with the words 'Thirteen Years Gold Class Shop' on it. The flower and bird market had changed tremendously in the last thirteen years, so for the shop to survive this long was truly remarkable.