Chapter 5673: Famous Sword, Part 2
The Southern Overlord was unwilling to be manipulated. She wanted compensation, but he should ask for it himself, not treat her like a maid.
The Western Overlord's eyes flashed with anger, and he glared at the Southern Overlord resentfully.
This damned woman, always dragging her feet at crucial moments.
He stared at Qiaomu with a forced smile, saying coldly, "Logically, this matter shouldn't be entirely Madam Mo's responsibility, but the person died within Madam Mo's team. Shouldn't you at least offer some compensation?"
Upon hearing this, everyone's eyelids twitched slightly.
They didn't know why, but hearing the word "compensation" now made their eyelids jump incessantly. It felt like...
Like having a knife held to their throats; no matter how they felt, it just felt wrong.
Qiaomu coldly looked at the Western Overlord. "You're asking me for compensation?"
Heh, this person actually dared to ask Adult Qiaoqiao for compensation. What a brainless fellow.
"Then do you know why this person ended up like this?"
"This person ignored warnings and went up to the Sword-Testing Stele to pull the sword, eventually dying from the sword's backlash. Who is to blame?"
It's truly laughable. Blaming him or blaming you is less sensible than blaming your own greed.
Greed is the single word, the origin of tragedy...
The Western Overlord's eyes rolled. "How is that possible?"
He took a few steps forward and read the small print on the Sword-Testing Stele.
Everyone else had long since been unable to resist coming forward to observe.
At this moment, seeing the entire sword hilt plunged into the stone tablet, everyone couldn't help but subtly roll their eyes.
How truly strange.
Such a sword stuck in a broken tablet.
Since it was made by a famous master swordsmith three thousand years ago, it must be a renowned sword. Why had they never heard of the Cloud Sky Sword before?
Little Tuanzi blinked his eyes and asked in a childish voice, "Mommy, can I go and pull it now?"
Adult Qiaoqiao hesitated slightly, gripping her son's small hand tightly.
This sword was very peculiar. Before understanding it clearly, she didn't really want her son to take risks.
Although this little guy kept telling her that there was no danger, a mother's heart was always anxious for her child.
Qiaomu still held her son's hand, admonishing, "Let's observe first."
Little Mo Bao blinked, reluctantly saying "Oh."
After a short period of silence, he looked up again, his face innocent and naive as he asked his mother, "Mommy, didn't you hear the sword's hum?"
Qiaomu's eyes moved slightly. She looked down at her son and shook her head. "No."
"I heard it," Little Tuanzi counted on his fingers. "Three long, two short. It's urging me to go forward quickly. Hehehe."
The people from the Western Domain couldn't help but sneer when they heard this.
Him?
A tiny little guy, wanting to pull a sword?
The sword would probably pull him more easily.
Little Mo Bao paid no attention to the gazes of others, signalling with his eyes towards his mother.
It was as if he was asking her if he could go up and try.
Mo Lian slowly walked forward, reached out, took his wife's small hand, and nodded slightly at her. "Let him go."
Aren't boys supposed to be tempered?
Since this fellow sounded so confident, what harm was there in letting him try?
To take it a step further, even if he didn't succeed, it could still deflate his swollen confidence, couldn't it?
Adult Qiaoqiao saw a hint of profound meaning in her husband's eyes.
She couldn't help but glance at her Qiaoqiao's Lotus.
Her husband always wanted to deflate her son's ego, probably to get revenge for Little Mo Bao always tricking him.
"I'll try!" Before Qiaomu could release her grip, another person rushed forward.