Is This Flying Sword of Yours Even Proper? Even I, a Dignified Dimensional Demon God, Wouldn't Dare Play Like This

"My... my name is Qing Yi."

The little girl clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, lowering her head as she spoke in a trembling voice.

"It's fine. Don't be nervous."

Fang Mo smiled and made his tone sound as gentle as possible. "Take your time and tell me. What exactly happened to you?"

"..."

She did not answer. Instead, she fearfully glanced behind her.

"!"

The bandits, who had originally been stunned senseless, immediately panicked. They could no longer care about anything else and hurriedly dropped to their knees to beg for mercy. "Im-immortal, please spare—"

Four Night Lightning Radiance.

Before they could finish speaking, Fang Mo raised a hand and pointed.

Blue-white lightning instantly struck them. With a thunderous boom, every bandit stiffened before collapsing to the ground, their bodies charred black, their flesh split open, wisps of greenish smoke even rising from them.

"Alright, now talk."

After casually dealing with those minor thugs, Fang Mo once again patted the little girl's head.

"...Ah!"

She cried out like a startled rabbit, then quickly came to her senses and lowered her head to apologize softly. "Im-immortal, please forgive me..."

"It's fine."

Fang Mo waved it off. "Don't be nervous. Calm down and speak slowly."

"In answer to the immortal's question, I... this little woman comes from Qingliu Town, a hundred li north of Zhaoyue Mountain."

The little girl sounded rather tongue-tied from nervousness. "My parents had been merchants for many years and had always been obsessed with seeking immortality and the Dao. Half a month ago, through a fortunate coincidence, they spent our entire family fortune to obtain a Treasure Talisman bestowed by an immortal. They said it could be used to test one's aptitude."

"Mm-hm."

Fang Mo nodded. Though the little thing looked terrified, she could at least