Whispering Moon
Taking in its appearance of intricate craftsmanship, Xu Qi examined the metal fan. It was an elegant artifact. No doubt. It's the kind that could easily be mistaken for a mere accessory of a wealthy aristocrat. Its delicate frame was made of a metal that shimmered with a soft glow resembling the moon's silver hue under the light of a thousand stars. The material was surprisingly light, yet he could feel the concentrated qi nestled within it, hinting at its formidable capabilities. It was currently folded and could easily be used as a blunt weapon but when spread open, it transformed into a beautiful silk fan that was very fitting for his gait and posture that was as elegant as the flutter of a butterfly's wing.
'It's not my ideal weapon but isn't this perfect for posturing as a scholarly cultivator?' Xu Qi mused, running his fingers over the cool metal. It was named 'Moonlit Whisper', a fitting moniker for something that could be used both for elegance and combat.