Seeing Xuanyuan Wuji in such a desolate state, Shangguan Linlang felt uncomfortable in her heart, but she couldn't soften towards a certain person; she just silently watched Xuanyuan Wuji.
The murderous aura around Xuanyuan Wuji became increasingly apparent, and his gaze upon Shangguan Linlang became especially grim.
Seeing Xuanyuan Wuji like this, Shangguan Linlang frowned slightly and finally chose to speak, "Try to use the Xuanyuan Sword less; nowadays you can't fully control it, and overuse will instead cause it to backfire. The Ancient Divine Weapon also carries a bit of 'evil influence' to some extent."
As soon as Shangguan Linlang said this, Xuanyuan Wuji immediately chuckled softly, but the laughter carried a trace of self-mockery, which Shangguan Linlang was not used to, her brow furrowing again.
Xuanyuan Wuji pulled at the corner of his thin lips, then leaned close to Shangguan Linlang and said, "What? Linda, are you concerned about me?"
