He Zhizhou made a stopping gesture. "Friend, no nesting dolls."
Xu Ye fell silent.
The famed beauty who'd once been bullied into tears by a seven-year-old monk from the Xuanxu Sword Sect really did live up to his reputation. He was definitely not normal.
"Oh, right! There's something I absolutely have to tell you."
As if suddenly remembering something, He Zhizhou swallowed the last bite of his grilled fish. "Weren't we going to fly on our swords to the Ancient Wood Forest Sea in a bit?"
He smiled sheepishly. "Well, um... actually, I'm afraid of heights."
"Ahhhhh! I'm dead, I'm dead! Jade Emperor, Guanyin, Zeus, Athena, Jesus Christ!"
He Zhizhou's shrieks rang out like the endless cries of apes on either riverbank, shooting up into dolphin-like falsetto as they raced through the sky. "Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony! Mom, save me! Hallelujah!"
Xu Ye was fed up. "Shut up!"
How could a cultivator fear heights? And he was a Sword Cultivator, no less! Had he never tried flying on his sword in his entire life? What a disgrace to all Sword Cultivators!
"It's not that I can't fly on a sword, but you know how it is. Every time I'm standing up in the sky, I get dizzy and feel like crying, like I'm about to die the next second."
He Zhizhou clung tightly to Xu Ye's back like a koala hugging a tree. "Ning Ning, tell me a few jokes to distract me, please!"
Standing on the Star Trace Sword, Ning Ning laughed so hard she could barely keep her mouth closed. "I don't know any jokes. Why don't you recite a few poems, Great Poet He?"
"R-reciting poems?"
He Zhizhou trembled, too afraid to open his eyes, his mind a complete muddle. "The beauty rolls up the beaded