Bab 212: 212: Naming

In the heart of the bustling town, where the clanging of metal on metal was the rhythm of the day, Guimeng stood tall, his latest creation cradled in his arms like a newborn. The crowd, drawn like moths to a flame, huddled around him, eyes wide with anticipation. What they were about to witness was more than a mere forging; it was the birth of artistry, the marriage of steel and skill.

Guimeng, with a grin as wide as the town square, raised the sword for all to see. Its blade, a mesmerizing shade of dark blue, seemed to drink in the sunlight, casting an otherworldly glow around it. But what truly captured the onlookers' attention were the intricate runes etched into the blade – a mythical beast frozen in time, a blue icy phoenix!

The crowd erupted in whispers, each person vying to be the first to speak of the marvel before them.