Brother Jiu departed on a crane, leaving behind a thoroughly bewildered Wang Mu.
Am I supposed to deliver it myself? How should I deliver it? By saying this is the Three-Life Fate, a wine brewed from the Long-term Love Fruit I made with Miss You under the Changqing Tree where we formed our bond? Then, 'Come, Elder Yan, please taste it and see how it is?' The ensuing scene would be too horrendous to imagine. Wang Mu dared not think further.
Looking at the Green Frost Sword before him, Wang Mu knew he probably couldn't leave so easily. This Divine Sword is clinging to me...
After Brother Jiu left, the Qingshuang Sword Spirit flew out. Like a tiny doll, it hovered beside Wang Mu, a pleased smile on its face.
"How's your master?" Wang Mu asked.
"Seems like..." The Qingshuang Sword Spirit tilted its head. "Her mood... isn't so good..."
"Hmm, seeing you, her mood should improve!"
"..."
