"So, what are you going to do with that Violet Dream? Put me into an eternal slumber?" Yuan asked the woman, snapping her out of her daze.
"You recognize this sword?" she muttered in a surprised tone, before quickly adding, "No, I shouldn't be surprised. This is a very famous sword, created by the legendary blacksmith, the Exalted Blacksmith, after all!"
"Where'd you get it?" Yuan then asked.
"That's none of your business. Instead of wasting your last few words on such questions, why don't you beg for your life instead?"
"Beg for my life? I don't think I have done so in all my lives," Yuan responded with a smile.
"Lives?" The woman raised an eyebrow at his strange choice of words but dismissed it as a slip of the tongue.
"Sister Chen, let's fight him together! He's far more powerful than he appears!" Zhuang Maojiang shouted as he finally returned after being sent flying into the distance. He could still feel his arms trembling from his clash with Yuan.
