"The old one?" Qiao Keyong, the Commander of the Nanjing Brocade Guard, was completely baffled by the question.
His instinct was to reply that he kept his old blade at home as a memento. But the words caught in his throat. This wasn't casual chatter or an attempt to build rapport; it was a password used to verify identity. One wrong word and he would be beyond redemption.
The standard passwords and code words of the Brocade Guard did not include this phrase, and the more obscure ones weren't coming to him. To buy himself time to think, Qiao Keyong reached up and rubbed his neck, coughing violently to stall. As he coughed, he cursed himself silently: *Stupid fool, think!*
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