The girl had been beguiled by a middle-aged man, and her state of mind was indeed difficult to save. After all, judging from her fragmented remarks, the other party had clearly grown familiar with her, and had even displayed swordsmanship that surpassed Ziyang Zhen's. The words "far superior" were enough to eliminate many obstacles.
No wonder Ziyang Zhen had described her as stubbornly obstinate. In truth, although I understood, my attitude was the same as Ziyang Zhen's: the girl's mind had been bewitched. No wonder she had been taken advantage of.
"Having your spirit leave your body may not be a bad thing. Once someone refines you into a sword spirit, they control you, that's all. If the person controlling you is the one you love, and you become his right-hand aide for the rest of your life, that could be a kind of happiness too, right?" I smiled at the girl.
The girl looked wary, but had no intention of answering, while Ziyang Zhen was already staring at me with his eyes wide and round. He had no idea what I meant by suddenly saying such a thing.
I smiled again and said, "Besides, from then on, you could be refined into a sword. As long as your master doesn't die, you won't be constrained by your lifespan. It truly is a good method. This is the legendary sharing life and death, isn't it? So even if you became foolish, stupid, and ignorant, what would be wrong with that?"
The girl furrowed her brows, her expression asking what exactly I was trying to say, while Ziyang Zhen was deeply depressed, yet still held his temper in check.
"But have you ever considered that your master, fellow disciples, and senior and junior sisters before you all love you dearly? Even