Li Zhi'er had thrown a young lady's tantrum after comforting Li Tinglan, turning her back at once. Helpless, Li Tinglan could only look at me questioningly, signaling whether I should come over and comfort her.
Ever since I had revealed my identity, Li Tinglan had obeyed my every word. Even though I was now only a young man, the way she looked at me was completely different from before.
I sighed and flew over to Li Zhi'er. There was nothing I could do but comfort her through voice transmission. "I say, Li Zhi'er, you know I didn't mean it that way. This City Lord naturally knows that you understood this sword thoroughly long ago, and even have quite a few insights of your own, don't you? You just deliberately kept them hidden instead of telling anyone, so you could enjoy them all by yourself, right?"
Li Zhi'er sobbed to herself, refusing to pay me any attention. I continued, "Look. You obtained such a good sword, one that this City Lord exhausted every ounce of strength and racked his brains and heart to forge. It's even one of a kind. Li Tinglan doesn't even have the qualifications to forge one. Such a wonderful thing has happened to you, so how can you cry? You should be happy, shouldn't you?"
Li Zhi'er was finally moved, but the words she threw at me carried a trace of grievance. "You'll forge a divine sword for her in the future too, won't you..."
I froze for a moment before saying, "This... Even if I might do that someday, that would be something that happens after you..."
"So you will?" Li Zhi'er looked at me with tear-filled eyes.
"No!" I hurriedly denied.
Li Zhi'er softened instead and said quietly, "Honeyed words... I never asked you to