Song Qingxi's eyes sparkled as she eagerly picked up the box bearing her name and tore it open.
Inside lay a jade short sword, barely more than one chi long. Its entire body was a deep, verdant green; its spine was slightly thick, its two edges unsharpened, and a dark green sword tassel hung from its hilt. The words "Jade Glory" were carved upon it in a wildly dancing script.
"This is a First-Tier High-Grade magic artifact I personally refined—the Jade Glory Sword. Are you satisfied?" Song Changsheng was exceedingly confident. This sword had practically been tailored for her; she was sure to like it.
"I like it." Song Qingxi hugged the short sword in her arms, her eyes curving into crescents as she gave him a very cooperative answer.
Looking at the remaining box, Song Qingxi's eyes rolled as she lifted her little face and said, "Cold Blockhead is facing the wall and reflecting on his mistakes. Can I open it for him?"
"Cold Blockhead?" Song Changsheng froze, then subconsciously looked at Song Qingxing nearby. The corner of his mouth rose into a smile. Now that she mentioned it, it really did fit.
There were only mistaken names, never mistaken nicknames. Wasn't Song Qingxing exactly like a cold-faced block of wood?
Song Qingxi did not notice the change in Song Changsheng's expression at all. In three strokes and five divisions, she opened the gift box. She had originally thought there would be a flying sword inside, but it turned out to be a black Daoist robe.
"Huh, why is it a Daoist robe?" Song Qingxi shook the robe open, confusion written across her little face.
"This is a First-Tier High-Grade Mystic Thread Robe. Once worn, it can ward off water and fire and fears no slashing blade. Its defensive