After the Paper Servant led me inside, I heard Shui Changhuan and Lan Ran chatting and laughing merrily. After I dispersed the dense clouds of gloom hanging over Lan Ran, she had become much more cheerful, and the two of them were talking about things from their childhood, their laughter ringing out without pause.
When Lan Ran sensed that I was approaching, she rose to take her leave. From the sound of it, she had deliberately left us space to talk alone.
Lan Ran was going to pay her respects to some of the deputy instructors at Sword Pavilion next, so she merely exchanged a glance with me before flying off. I entered the hall and saw Shui Changhuan sitting in a chair. With a grin, I said, "What? Don't tell me hatred has turned into love, and you've fallen for me?"
"Stop being so full of yourself. I called you here to forge a divine sword for me. Lan Ran... No, actually, the one you gave me is good, but it still isn't as good as the one you forged for Lan Ran." Shui Changhuan took out the divine sword I had given her, a trace of dissatisfaction on her face.
"You want me to forge a sword? Are you qualified?" I shot back.
"What qualification? Am I, a Boundless Immortal, not qualified to ask a Boundless-Realm Immortal like you? Besides, Senior Brother Qingyang and his wife, as well as Qingyang Qili, all came to you for a first-grade divine sword. Isn't it only natural that I'd be dissatisfied with mine?" Shui Changhuan asked unhappily.
"Heh, it's not a matter of cultivation. It's a matter of materials. Besides, what relationship do you and I have? Why should I help you forge a first-grade divine sword? What if your brain