Wen Qingye said with a smile, "If you ever become demonized, I'll be the first one to suppress you."
Qing Ruo'ai huffed, "As if you could suppress me if I were demonized? What a joke. The first person I'd sacrifice to my sword would be you, you brat! The Sword Body contains a Spirit-Devouring Stone, perfect for sucking all your Essence Blood dry, hmph!"
Wen Qingye looked at the One Thought Sword in his hand. "You call me a brat? Do you have any idea who I am?"
Qing Ruo'ai faltered for a moment. "You... how old could you possibly be? Don't think I can't read your Bone Age. You're just twenty-one, aren't you? What, are you some old monster who seized someone else's body?"
Wen Qingye gave a faint smile and fell silent, his eyes fixed on the emerald river ahead.
'There he goes again, acting all mysterious. So boring, hmph.' Qing Ruo'ai's delicate nose crinkled, and she returned to the One Thought Sword in a huff.
「In the blink of an eye, another day had passed.」
