"Zhao Rong, you're not actually planning to return this treasure to them, are you?"
After leaving the group from the Thousand Chilling Peak, the Sword Spirit couldn't help but ask with a frown.
"Do I look like a living Bodhisattva to you?" Zhao Rong countered casually.
Having spent a considerable amount of time with Zhao Rong, Gui roughly understood what 'living Bodhisattva' meant.
So without thinking, it nodded.
"......"
"In the past, I wouldn't have been worried, but now that you're about to cultivate yourself into a saint, I'm very concerned."
Zhao Rong retorted, a bit irritated, "Did you forget what Zhu Yourong said earlier?"
Gui looked thoughtful.
Not long ago, a certain well-endowed lady had left, holding her head high and coldly remarking that the Lin Lu Academy's scholars didn't just endure bullying and return trophies without a valid reason.
"So, does Young Master Zhao plan to reason with them? Or is he going to pick a fight?" it teased.
