It was night, Qhianqhian looked at Xuan Ming with a small eager face, wanting to speak but appearing timid, hesitating to start.
"Just say what you want to say." Xuan Ming rubbed his head, after a month of interacting, he felt both love and hate for this little girl.
He admired her talent and hard work, but also got headaches from her occasional tricky questions, like why things weren't more complicated to prevent others from learning.
Or why not make more elegant weapons?
Or why it could only be element configurations? If it was driven by elemental forces to outline metal elements, would it become a different kind of weapon?
...
For these questions, either exhausting mental energy to explain or pondering if they were truly possible became necessary.
So now when Qhianqhian opened her mouth, his head subconsciously started to ache.
Even though he was just a soul and couldn't actually feel pain.
