The Ten Directions Sword placed on the embroidered table vibrated suddenly, as if greatly stimulated, almost ready to unsheath itself.
Fang Geyu rubbed her fists and cast a cold glance back.
The Ten Directions Sword clanged and fell to the ground, quieting down.
The maid who had brought in toiletries and breakfast saw this scene and exclaimed: "Third Miss, how could you throw the Ten Directions Sword onto the ground for no reason?"
The maid signaled with her eyes, and two young maids quickly stepped forward, carefully wrapped the Ten Directions Sword in a towel, and respectfully placed it on the sword rack.
A strand of hair stood up awkwardly on Fang Geyu's head, and she yawned with a slight hint of tears at the corner of her eyes.
Fang Geyu casually walked over to the maid, and gave a small flick to the outside of the breakfast box with her finger.
She picked up a soup dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth.
