"It's quieter here. Let's talk for a while."
"Old Beggar, what are your plans from here?"
"Your sword's recovered, and you've regained your memories."
"Hmm... Your enemy's right here. How about you two settle things?"
Chen Changan found a secluded, uninhabited spot and stopped to ask Old Beggar what he had in mind.
At Chen Changan's words, Old Beggar glanced at the Myriad Demon Sword.
Old Beggar's feelings toward the Myriad Demon Sword were complicated. Did he hate it? Maybe, but not all that much.
A blood feud?
It didn't seem to go that far!
Just as the Myriad Demon Sword had said, they had both been prisoners trapped in the Chaos Sword Tomb.
Although the Myriad Demon Sword had wiped out the Sword Protecting Clan, Old Beggar's relationship with those people could only be described as acquaintance. They hadn't been particularly close.
The Myriad Demon Sword had acted to save itself, but indirectly, it had also saved Old Beggar, even if it had its own ulterior motives.
"Apologize to him."
"Then we can put this behind us. Otherwise, you'll be in a difficult position too."
Now that the Myriad Demon Sword had joined Chen Changan, if Old Beggar refused to let the matter go, it would put Chen Changan in a difficult position.
After all, Chen Changan regarded him as a friend and had cared whether he lived or died.
There hadn't been any deep-seated hatred to begin with. Old Beggar didn't need to make things difficult for Chen Changan over old grudges.
"Look how reasonable Old Beggar is. Apologize, and that'll be the end of it."
At Chen Changan's words, the Myriad Demon Sword said coldly, "I should apologize to him?"
"I'm the Myriad Demon Sword. I'm..."
"I'm sorry."
Chen Changan glared at it. The Myriad Demon Sword