"Sure enough, Ah Bai would like a sword that you'd also like." Zhu Pingniang said, raising her hand to tuck a few strands of loose hair behind her ear.
Xu Chang'an's eyes at this moment were like those of a child seeing a rare toy.
That's how young girls are; when they see something shiny and beautiful, they always love it.
Although Xu Chang'an is not a girl, he's a Sword Cultivator... Even if he has yet to take the first step as a Sword Cultivator, who wouldn't love a sword?
Seeing Xu Chang'an obviously moved but staying silent, Zhu Pingniang smiled and threw him a flirtatious glance.
"Come on, do you like it or not?"
Xu Chang'an: "..."
Without a word from him, Zhu Pingniang once again grasped the sword hilt and made a rather amateurish sword flourish, leaving streaks of moisture in the air with the black and white blade.
