"Rarely muddled..."
The Light Angel lowered his head and murmured to himself, savoring the meaning behind those four words.
At first hearing, they seemed incomprehensible. Yet upon careful reflection, there was something to them; after serious thought, they could even be called a realm of enlightenment.
It was hard to believe that words containing such a philosophy of life had come from the mouth of someone so young.
"Who taught you these things?" The Light Angel raised his head.
Whether the Three Talents Sword was imprisoning his true body or not had become utterly insignificant at this moment.
He was now very interested in this young man.
For from him, one could sense something of "three breaths to Innate, three years to Sword Immortal."
This referred not only to talent in battle, but also to his life and his future.
"Does it matter?"
Xu Xiaoshou asked in return, then smiled. "To say something presumptuous, I have given you the choice. What you do afterward is your own business, and I believe you have considered these things yourself."
Considered them?
Of course he had!
How could Yan Wuse not have considered such things? He simply disliked thinking; that did not mean he was incapable of it.
It was merely that the answers to such questions would forever differ depending on one's stance, position, and even the stage of life one was in.
Yet what stood before Xu Xiaoshou at this moment was not Yan Wuse's true body, but a Light Angel capable of independent thought.
A thought incarnation.
Originally, he had only one task.
After carrying it out and noticing something wrong with his true body's condition, he had temporarily received a second task: "Observe, wait, and rescue the true body at an appropriate opportunity."
That was all.
The fact that