It was enough for the saber bestowed upon them by the emperor to be stored beside their ancestral hall, so Zhao Changhe felt it made no sense for the Cui Clan to store their own divine sword with it. Weapons were supposed to be used in a fight, not as ceremonial offerings to one’s ancestors. What if you’re unable to grab it in time when danger strikes?1

Still, as one reached higher levels in this world, things were bound to become more fantastical. There were things that Zhao Changhe could not necessarily understand at his level. Whether or not there was something more to this, it was not for him, a guest, to get involved in. Zhao Changhe did not concern himself with it anymore and followed Cui Yuanyang into the Saber Hall.1

Even though this was the Saber Hall, there were not many sabers inside. After all, the Cui Clan mainly used swords. Sabers were only considered side weapons. There were about thirty hung on the wall and on weapon racks. All of them were sheathed. Zhao Changhe could not tell if they were good or not.0

However, Zhao Changhe’s gaze was immediately caught by a saber placed horizontally on a frame.0

The blade measured four to five chi, almost as long as Cui Yuanyang was tall… It was extremely thick...1