Dragon Sparrow remained silent, the logic Zhao Changhe presented was indeed correct; how could a Sword Spirit empathize with human pain? But strangely, these thoughts arose from nowhere, and there was always the feeling of reluctance to carve into him, causing discomfort for Dragon Sparrow.
After a prolonged silence, it was Star River who responded: "Let me do it."
Dragon Sparrow was shocked: "He's so biased towards you, and yet you..."
"But he needs treatment." Star River said, "It's like when we get reforged in the furnace, it has to be done."
Zhao Changhe: "Very well put, just don't use metaphors next time... Let me declare that I'm really not biased."
Star River remained silent, actively flying out of the ring, and precisely carved off a piece of frozen flesh from Zhao Changhe's right arm. Zhao Changhe grunted, blood quickly flowed, staining the sheets.
No matter how painless it was, it is relative.
