The trembling Red Robes, the quivering Storyteller, the motionless Xu Xiaoshou... posing as Elder Sang.
No one spoke.
The atmosphere became terribly oppressive.
And awkward.
Received awe, Passive Value +18. Received waiting, Passive Value +12. Received attention, Passive Value +19. ...
Xu Xiaoshou knew everyone was waiting for him.
But after glancing at the messages continuously flooding the information panel, he paid them no further heed.
"Sword Thought..."
He looked inward into his body.
The fiendish demonic sword energy from the Yousi Sword had not poured much power into the Sword Thought.
Or rather, it had already sensed that the Sword Thought was far too weak at present.
Like a tender sprout that had only just emerged from the earth—pulling it upward to make it grow would ultimately only harm it.
Once the Sword Thought had visibly swollen to the point of barely resembling Sword Thought anymore, the fiendish demonic power of the Yousi Sword stopped this reckless act.
"Excited?"
Xu Xiaoshou was certain that the Yousi Sword's excitement had something to do with the Canon of Sword Observation.
But so long as it remained calm, it would not cause him too much harm.
At this moment, it would not be the protagonist.
Nor did he need to pay it too much attention.
Feeling the fiendish demonic power within him quiet down once more, it again achieved a subtle balance with the intertwined ice-and-fire energy that had leaked out.
Though this balance still inflicted considerable damage upon him.
But now—
The restorative power of Endless Vitality was already fully capable of suppressing the injuries within his body. It even faintly helped push them, little by little, toward recovery.
Xu Xiaoshou felt relieved.
He moved his body slightly.
His body had recovered perhaps