"Its name, hm...."
Bail Qingling gently stroked the sword's smooth, mirror-like blade and shook his head: "Master.... I haven't thought of a name yet."
"No rush, no rush."
Mu Xinyin said: "Now that its sword spirit has just been born, like a swaddled infant, it's not too late to name it once it matures and strengthens a bit more."
"Master is right."
Bail Qingling bowed deeply and respectfully.
"Eh?"
Mu Xinyin glanced to the side at her tall and handsome disciple, who seemed as though he descended from the heavens like a Demon God, "It's only been a month, how did you suddenly become so much taller and stronger, you brat?"
As she spoke, her beautiful eyes glimmered with curiosity, and she stepped forward with her long legs, approaching her disciple's face.
Step by step, she moved closer.
Until their skin touched.
Breathing mingled.
At such a subtle distance.
