Junghwa pursed his lips, hiding a chuckle that nearly escaped his lips.
"Once again, it's easier to show than explain."
"Right."
"Well then, let's have some fun, shall we?" He then pulled out a sword.
Obsidian metal, a beautiful blade encrusted with a big red diamond that resembled the colour of blood. Its handle was black, decorated with delicate lines of silver. Wooyun's eyes widened, zeroing in on the sword that seemed to have come out of nowhere.
"…T-That…I didn't know you carried a sword." Those were the only words Wooyun could form in that moment, and now that they had been spoken aloud, he realized how dumb they sounded.
He's a demon lord, a martial cultivator. Of course, he would wield a sword, dumbass.
