"Do you use a sword?"
Seeing the black sword in the boy's hand, Xian'er laughed out loud. "What kind of sword is that? How come I've never seen one?"
"That's because you've never been to the Demon Realm."
Wang Xian moved, and the sword's light abruptly drew in instead of bursting outward. Like an undercurrent in the depths of a roiling sea, it could unleash a world-shaking wave at any moment.
"You're from the Demon Realm? How did you end up here? Were you also suppressed here by Goddess Palace?"
Xian'er continued waving both hands in the air, a surprised, mocking smile appearing on her face.
In her eyes, being sealed here was already a great humiliation.
If the boy before her was in the same predicament, then weren't they both in the same boat? They could make a perfect pair.
Come to think of it, that didn't sound so bad.
Wang Xian shook his head and smiled faintly. "First, I'm not from the Demon Realm. Second, Goddess Palace isn't powerful enough to suppress me here."
Even he felt guilty saying that.
Still, thinking of the secretive couple, who had no grudge against him, there was no reason they'd make trouble for him.
Otherwise, that man could suppress him with just one hand.
At the thought, a deep sense of crisis washed over him.
This wasn't the imperial capital of Jinling, nor was he among the Four Great Sects. Even if he came here, he was nothing but an ant.
The thought left him feeling utterly powerless.
He casually swung his sword and shouted in annoyance, "I'm in a bad mood, so don't mess with me!"
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A flurry of impacts rang through the air. A streak of silver repeatedly clashed with the demon sword. Wang Xian froze,