So far, the ancestors were with them. Were the gods looking for their wayward servant that escaped the pits of Hell? Maybe the Heavens were smiling on their search for the sword because the group of xia was unwittingly doing their bidding?<br/>Whatever the case, Li looked around for signs of dangers, before bronzing his resolve*, concentrating his Chi into his Tan Tien, and going for the sword. As silent as always, he jumped next to it and stopped to look at it.<br/>Many tales of the Wulin taught young disciples that precious weapons aren't simply found. There are guards, sometimes, or traps, and often both.<br/>Still, his options were limited, so Li just looked for any literal or figurative strings attached to it, before attempting to draw it out.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">*</div><div class="spoiler_body">It's like steeling yourself, only done in the age when bronze was the material of choice.</div></div>