Yanmo Lin was silent for a moment. She lifted her eyes from the blade to look at him and then averted her gaze once more, "Is that so..."
She sheathed the Demon Blade, sliding it into the dark red scabbard at her waist, then began to speak:
"But there are too many anomalies about you as a 'normal person.' First, the hacker couldn't uncover your background, then you advanced to Tier Three in such a short time, and finally, the doctor's ability is to control emotions. He told me that you have no emotions, as if... like a puppet, which is why you can hear the Demon Blade's voice."
"So that's why you call me 'traitor' every day?" Xia Pingzhou asked, "It's the first time I feel so wronged."
Yanmo Lin was noncommittal, "Let's go, no more talking here. If the lady wakes up from the noise, she'll drag you back."
"I'm not her paper doll."
"So you say you have guts now, a month ago would you dare speak like this?" Yanmo Lin sneered.
