Qin Yi hated seeing Minghe with that kind of look more than anything.
He had hated it from the very day they first met.
Even back then, when Minghe had meant well and given him the Peach Wood Sword for protection, he had not been particularly grateful. It all stemmed from that feeling—like she was some villainous boss, making him miserable to death.
He had finally dragged a star hanging high in the heavens down to the mortal world. She could be bewildered, act cute, stomp her feet, blush, rebel a little against her master, play along with him to trick people, and lift the hem of her Daoist robe as she ran with a patter of footsteps. How adorable was that!
That was a living, breathing person!
What was this supposed to be now? A river? A realm?
You fucking turned back into that again, and not only that—you became even more exaggerated, even more over-the-top?
Qin Yi finally could not bear her stare any longer. Furious, he snapped, "What the hell are you looking at? Give Minghe back to me! I, I..."
At last, he raised the Wolf Tooth Club, but his hand trembled slightly. He simply could not bring himself to strike.
The Nether River finally spoke, though her voice carried a trace of puzzlement. "I had thought that the crossing capital you gave me was because you had seen the days to come, because you wished to aid me... Yet that was not the case?"
What crossing capital? With that smug, holier-than-thou look of yours, calling it whoring money would be more fitting. Uh, no, that was not right—I had not whored around either...
Qin Yi nearly scratched his own head with the Wolf Tooth Club. "You mistook me for someone else?"
"Mistook you for someone