[ Xie Yun might not carry a sword, but his metal hairstick comes in handy. It's something that he has used, in the past, when it comes to whittling. That was how his zhiji ended up with the sword necklace that she wore and never took off. One could, as it were, use just about anything as long as it was made decently. Even to make another thing for such a thing.

He does, however, take note of Bichen and can't stop the smile. It was a beautiful sword. Beauty was, after all, something that he took note in, especially in blades. Bichen was beautiful, sharp, and decisively deadly. ]

One sword between us.

[ That does not mean that the young emperor doesn't pull the metal hairstick from his hair to use as needed. ]

I carry no blades. The only one I know who does isn't here. My hairstick will do, as it has in the past.

[ If they needed to truly fight, then he had his martial arts. He didn't need a blade in order to fight. ]