"Zhangling -" the young man reached for a sword on the shelf beside him, pulled it out of its sheath, handed it to Xie Xuan, and said in a voluble way: "you see, the scabbard of this sword is good. It's made of dragon wood, wrapped in shark skin, and decorated with bright pearls produced in the sea of stars. It's a symbol of identity..."

"OK, I don't want this." Xie Xuan interrupted him with a wave of his hand. "I don't want any identity symbols, just the scabbard that best suits my sword. I need one now at the back. Do you understand?"

"I understand The young man nodded...