Yan Changsheng couldn't reconcile himself, rummaging through the house, hoping to find a presentable gift. Despite searching every corner of the tower, the only thing he had that was worthy of being presented was the Changsheng Sword that he carried with him.
After all, it was an Ancient Spiritual Weapon, given to him by Master only after Qinghe had persuaded him.
He went back to the Simple Residence Courtyard and offered the Changsheng Sword to Qinghe, "You don't have a proper Magic Artifact yet, take the Changsheng Sword. Your swordsmanship is extraordinary, and this sword is suitable for you."
Shen Qinghe hadn't expected Yan Changsheng to give her the Changsheng Sword.
She stared at the Changsheng Sword for a long while, feeling that many past events had become blurry. The things she once thought she would remember for a lifetime were also fading with time.