"Put it away?"
Yu Qingmeng was bewildered. She immediately scampered over to Chen Yan like a little tail, looking up at him with her small face as she sought help.
"Brother Xiao Yan, what should I do?"
Chen Yan glanced at her from the corner of his eye, then immediately felt almost every gaze in the Martial Arts Arena shift onto him.
The faint sense of being watched suddenly grew several times stronger!
Clearly, Xu Guangzong, hidden somewhere out of sight, wanted to see how he would "guide" her.
Chen Yan thought to himself, At a time like this, I absolutely can't show any understanding beyond my age.
He pretended to think for a moment, then spoke in a solemn, childish voice. "This little sword still belongs to that old grandpa. If you want it to listen to you, Xiao Qingmeng, you have to make it yours."
"It's like... like writing your name on your homework book. Then everyone knows it's Xiao Qingmeng's homework book."
"Just imagine writing your name on this little sword..."
His explanation was childishly simple, yet utterly absurd.
The corners of the mouths of several older students who were eavesdropping twitched.
A spiritual imprint!
It was the most fundamental and essential technique in a Psychic Master's repertoire!
How had it become as simple as preschoolers fighting over a toy in this little kid's mouth?
Yu Qingmeng nodded as if she understood, her big eyes full of Oh, I see.
She cupped the little sword floating above her palm and, imitating Chen Yan, solemnly began to "write her name."
Fixing her sparkling eyes on the sword, she murmured in a childish voice:
"Little sword, little sword, from now on you're mine. Be good, okay?"
As soon as she finished speaking—
Vrrm—!
The crystal-clear little sword seemed to