Mr. Qin sighed. “I’m afraid so. My brother used a pair of scissors to break the cement floor.”

Qin Sisi began to sob. “My poor father. His body has not always been good. Why did he have to go through all this…”

Eventually, she pulled Qin Minghao’s hands and cupped them around her face.

Mr. Qin strode forward and pulled her aside. “Don’t stand close to your father. He’s sick!”

“Where’s the sword?” I asked. “I want to see the so-called Thunder Sword.”

Mr. Qin walked to the East wall and opened a built-in wardrobe. The Thunder Sword was in there.

I walked over and observed it.

The Thunder Sword looked ordinary. It was just a common sword from ancient times, just a little broader.

It was covered...