Inside the Pink Street Brothel, Chu Yang stood beside a table with a strange expression on his face. In his hands was a small cauldron filled with thick black liquid. Floating peacefully inside the concoction was a shining short sword, its blade gleaming faintly beneath the spiritual lamp.
Chu Yang stared at it for several breaths before looking toward Tyler.
"Young Master Tyler... what is this?"
Tyler glanced at the cauldron and answered casually, "That's your ancient sword."
Chu Yang's eyebrows twitched.
"My ancient sword?"
He looked down again.
"Why is it so small?"
Before Tyler could answer, the little sword suddenly trembled.
"Yaaawn..."
A long, lazy yawn came from the sword as its blade slowly rose out of the black liquid. It floated into the air, swaying from side to side as though it had just woken from a deep sleep.
"Ah... What? It's Chu Yang?"
The sword's voice was still filled with sleepiness.
"Where is Young Master Tyler?"
