"Ma-ma-master! Master!"
Thud!
Before Bie Xuening could even speak, Yueling dropped to her knees with crisp, decisive efficiency.
At the same time, a phrase she often said slipped right out.
"Master, I was wrong!"
Bie Xuening paused for two seconds before slowly asking, "What were you wrong about?"
"..." Yueling blinked. "I-I don't know..."
To her, asking Xu Xing for money had been an entirely reasonable thing to do.
After all, she was a sword spirit!
There was nothing strange about a sword spirit asking her master's junior brother for money.
As for why she had knelt...
Her instinct to survive had completely overridden her ability to think just then.
"..." Bie Xuening fell silent for two seconds, then flicked out a storage ring.
Yueling did not react in time and remained kneeling on the spot, so the storage ring struck her forehead.
"Mm!"
She instinctively rubbed her forehead, then looked at the storage ring that had rolled to a stop before her.
Eh?
She reached out and picked up the storage ring, looking at Bie Xuening in confusion.
"Is this for me?"
"Get back."
It really was for her!
"Thank you, Master!"
Yueling did not care about Bie Xuening's words. Delighted, she grabbed the storage ring, got to her feet, and ran out.
Looks like Jiuyu was right—she should have just asked directly!
But Master was pretty generous too!
In the blink of an eye, Yueling had already run out of the Sword Ancestor Hall and headed for the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall of the Sword Sect's inner sect.
She first needed to deposit the Spirit Coins into her other account so it would be easier to whale.
In truth, as one of the Sword Sect's Ancestral Swords, Yueling possessed extremely high authority and could freely draw upon the Sword