After Hongchen appeared, she immediately helped Chen Changan withstand that terrifying aura.
Ever since leaving the Heavenly Pride Ranking secret realm, Chen Changan had given Hongchen the Yunmeng Iron he had obtained there, so she could devour it and grow stronger.
During this time, although Chen Changan had been using the Red Dust Sword all along, its Sword Spirit—that is, Hongchen—had spent most of her time asleep, only waking up now and then.
He hadn't expected Hongchen to show herself at such a critical moment.
She had probably sensed the aura of a Saint Weapon, and it had piqued her interest.
"Just as you'd expect from a Saint Weapon. Its aura is fierce indeed."
"But in front of your granny here, it's still not much to look at." Hongchen sneered.
Hearing her words, Chen Changan gave Hongchen a careful once-over, then nodded in agreement. "Mm, you've certainly been taking good care of Grandma."
"Hongchen, you've grown up."
Seeing Chen Changan's gaze, Hongchen's expression darkened, and her eyes filled with disdain.
"Ptooey."
"What are you ptooeying at?"
"Pervert."
"Appetite for food and sex is human nature. What's with that attitude?"
"Hmph, you shameless man."
"Don't forget, I'm the Sword Master."
"Mm, I can tell. You're pretty damn shameless."
"You're the shameless one! Your whole family's shameless!"
"I'm a sword to begin with."
"Oh? It's been a while, and you've gotten quite the sharp tongue."
Hearing Chen Changan's words, Hongchen sneered. "After years of being immersed in it, I've picked up a thing or two."
"I'd say your tongue's almost sharper than Da Huang's now."
"Him? Don't compare me to a dog. He's a born scoundrel."
"Enough with the useless chatter. What's your condition now? How do you compare with this Saint Weapon?" Chen Changan asked with a smile.
"A Saint Weapon?"