Blake Lin got up from the cabin with a start. Old Man Huo pulled him and he turned over and landed on the ground. He looked at his master and walked out quickly. The door was open. They walked up the stairs in two or three steps. The door of the fourth floor was also open. There was no one in the living room. Everyone gathered in the room where the Scarlet Sky Dragon Bird Sword was stored, talking about it.
Blake Lin followed his master and squeezed through the crowd to the front. He saw that the jade coffin that originally stored the Scarlet Sky Dragon Bird Sword was only an empty shell. The sword was originally inserted into the base of the jade coffin. But now the base was pried away. The jade coffin was a vertical rectangle, but now it had lost the bottom edge, presenting a "door" shape. There might be other Chinese characters that could describe this state more vividly, such as "Gang" without the cross in the middle, but this touched on Blake Lin's blind spot in knowledge. He didn't know if that was a Chinese character.
Old Man Huo strode to Xiaoyaozi's side and asked, "What's going on?"
Xiaoyaozi frowned, and his face seemed to have several more wrinkles overnight. The corners of his mouth were tightened into a straight line, and only half of the white hair was left on the whisk in his hand, probably because he had been pulled bald.
A young disciple behind him stood up and said, "Replying to Master Grant Huo, we don't know exactly how it was lost. But when the master got up this morning and did a routine inspection, he saw the sword-guarding disciple lying unconscious, and the magic sword had disappeared."
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