Watching Chixiao be drawn from its sheath so easily by Chen Luo, Chen nodded with mixed feelings.
Just as Chen Luo had said, Chixiao was a sword with ideas of its own. Sometimes, even Chen could not draw it.
Yet Chixiao's resistance seemed nonexistent before Chen Luo...
The moment Chixiao reached Chen Luo's hand, it seemed to take on his shape.
"Do you need me to upgrade and modify it for you? Free of charge," Chen Luo asked.
"No. Free is the most expensive price. I can't repay the favor I'd owe you," Chen refused directly.
"Sigh, there are already very few clearheaded people like you these days."
Indeed, free was the most expensive.
It might not have been obvious with other people, but Chen Luo felt that this fate had been laid bare when it came to him.
No one could get a freebie from you! Every gift fate bestowed had long been secretly marked with a price! If they did not pay money, then they could only pay with themselves! Those trying to get a freebie were in trouble!
"Alright, Chen. You don't actually need to be so wary of me. I've changed a lot now. Look, I traveled with Exusiai and the others all the way here, and nothing happened to them when we reached Lungmen," Chen Luo said earnestly.
"But with you around, their journey probably wasn't peaceful, was it? You Harbinger of Catastrophe!"
"Sigh, who are you calling a Harbinger of Catastrophe?"
"Was I wrong? Harbinger of Catastrophe!"
"I'll give you one more chance. I really don't want to hold your childhood self again, because even as a child, your face was still so cold." Chen Luo crossed his arms, walked up to Chen, and quietly looked at her.
"...Sorry."
The moment Chen thought of