Sol landed on the ground and looked at this youth.
"What's your name?"
"Supreme Elder, my name is Heon-Tae."
Sol suddenly shook his head.
"Brother Heon-Tae, you don't need to call me by that title, you can just call me Sol or Solovin."
Sol saw Heon-Tae hesitate before nodding slowly. He knew then that he was likely similar to Ji-Hoon, they had the teachings to respect one's title too ingrained in their brains for them to change it.
After sighing, Sol looked at the blade wrapped in rags Heon-Tae's was holding as he asked.
"Is that the key? What grade weapon is it?"
"It doesn't have a grade, Supr-I mean, Brother Sol. It's just an ordinary blade."
"An ordinary blade?"
Heon-Tae nodded and his hold on the blade tightened, but upon seeing Sol's curious expression, he reluctantly handed the blade over to Sol.
"Oh, thanks."
Sol took the blade hoping to get a better look at it. However, a second after his hand wrapped around the handle of the blade, it started trembling.
