"Oh, so it's going to mess with me, right?" Zhao Rong tugged at the corner of his mouth.
The Sword Spirit looked a bit sheepish, its hand fiddling with a small gourd stopped, nodding toward him: "To be reasonable, the Evil Flood Dragon isn't that serious."
Zhao Rong glanced at it sideways.
Gui coughed and explained:
"The human heart is a ghostly island, and the birth of these fierce creatures in the Heart Abyss is actually a normal phenomenon. They aren't real entities. In this aspect, a peerless emperor is no different from a mundane mortal, perhaps even more so for the latter, whose Heart Abyss may harbor fiercer creatures than the former."
"It's just that for ordinary mortals, it's all a blur, hard to perceive, but for us cultivators climbing the mountain of practice, accompanying a further cultivation of the heart, even a speck of dust's influence in the Heart Abyss will be infinitely magnified, eventually becoming a heart demon hindering the path to enlightenment..."
