Shi Zhu found the sword he was holding a few months ago while fishing in a small river outside the city.
At that time, the sword was deeply buried in the silt underwater, he entered the water barefoot, groping for fish, and happened to touch the hilt.
He pulled it out to see that it was of an ancient design with a sharp blade, lightly shimmering, casting the river water into a golden light.
He used the sword to stab fish, effortlessly slicing half of the fish with one swing, impressively sharp, even cutting through stone without difficulty.
He loved it immediately, made a scabbard from tree bark and hemp rope, and brought it home to keep under his bed. Sometimes when he ventured into the mountains, carrying this sword, he could easily slay poisonous snakes and fierce beasts, unbeatable and even warning him by ringing on its own when danger approached.
Now, he had taken out the sword to confront Xiao Chan.