23 Seven days (2/2)

Zhi Ruo had finished the soft armor from the Giant Boar pelt, it was pretty comfortable and once he was wearing it, he hardly noticed it after that. Zhi Ruo went into her father's room and came back with an old looking wooden long box, when she came over and placed it before Hartley, laughingly he said,

”it's ok Ruo, you don't need to provide me with a dowry, I am already willing.”

She pouted, gave him a death stare and commanded ”open it” as if she was a commandor and Hartley a lowly troop, when Hartley opened the long box there was a sword inside.

it was about 2 foot long and the blade was a bright silver color, it appeared as if someone has been polishing the blade daily for the last 20 years, it had a sleek black hilt carved with designs for a better grip. Hartley wasn't an expert in spirit weapons but from what he could tell it was at least a rank 2 spirit weapon.

Hartley looked enquiringly into Zhi Ruo's eyes, she said ”it was my father's, I want you to have it.”

Hartley took up the sword and swung it around a little bit, the sword had some weight but it was comfortable. After playing around with it like a kid with a new toy he placed it back into the wooden box and put it away in his space ring saying

”Thank you Ruo” while bending at the waist respectfully.

”Now we have to get married, since I have collected your dowry,”

Hartley said while laughing, Zhi Ruo threw a piece of cloth that was lying around at his face, and with a pout turned to leave while saying

”You are not allowed in my bedroom tonight.”

Hartley's face went livid with fright.. sweat started rolling down his forehead...he ran behind her saying ”Ruo I”m sorry for saying stupid things, it won't happened again.” she didn't even turn around, she kept her nose pointed in the sky and hmpphh....

On the sixth day Hartley returned to the the Stellar mountain, he was once again wearing his red robe, he wasn't particularly on friendly terms with anyone inside the clan, so he made his way pass the crowds of busy disciples and up the mountain to his house and started cultivating... Tomorrow would be the seventh day, and that was the day of the life and death battle.