Among the Confucian scholars on the field, those with keen eyesight had just caught sight of that bookmark, and their breaths suddenly hitched.
The bookmark was a thin piece, made of ancient-styled jade, round, and about the size of a teacup's mouth, but it was not a flawless piece of jade, for there was a straight crack at one bend of its body!
This was... a Jade Bookmark.
The white-browed elder held a book in one hand and the thin, cicada-wing-like 'bookmark' in the other, placing his hand with the gentleman's Jade Bookmark across his belly.
He looked at the handle, registered in the golden slips of the Taia Sword Pavilion's three-foot building, the smallest Sword Cultivator's Lifebound Sword, Yi Su.
Was this little fellow, like its master, never disciplined with a plank by the Teacher?
No matter, as long as there was justification, we Confucians could handle it.
Who said that? Your Sword Cultivators' forefather, Jiang Taiching.
The venerable gentleman smiled.
