The two adults just blatantly eating in secret is truly disappointing.
Yue Hongling said: "The Galaxy Sword is your companion sword. Saying that you are its father is more of a joke—it essentially means you are its creator and master. Right now, what it needs from you is guidance, and not from me. I'll go have a drink with them first; you have a good talk with the Galaxy Sword."
Zhao Changhe nodded, and Yue Hongling gracefully left. Zhao Changhe then slipped into the forest where Ling Ruoyu and the Dragon Sparrow were.
At a glance, he saw the Dragon Sparrow buried in the ground, with only its hilt sticking out, like a little girl buried with her bottom exposed, struggling: "Galaxy Sword! Remember this!"
Ling Ruoyu squatted down, flicked the hilt, causing it to vibrate with a humming sound: "Tell me, who's the weakling?"
The Dragon Sparrow remained defiant: "Weakling—you barely have any strength."
Ling Ruoyu poked the hilt.
