"Master! I want to stay outside too. Besides, I haven't served you yet—I want Master's big xx," the woman in green said seductively, wrapping herself around Zhao Fu's arm and rubbing her breasts against it.
Her words were so blatant that the other three sword spirits could not bear it. Heavenly Demon immediately scolded in embarrassment, "You lecherous dragon, can't you stop being so shameless?"
The woman in green ignored Heavenly Demon entirely. She shook Zhao Fu's arm and pleaded coquettishly, "Pleeease, Master?"
Before Zhao Fu could answer, Ghost Slayer, who rarely spoke, could not help but speak up. "Shameless! Master should seal her away again and never release her."
The woman in green was thoroughly displeased upon hearing that. With a cold snort, she said, "As Master's servants, if you will not even serve Master's body, what right do you have to remain at his side? If I were Master, I would have thrown away servants as insensible as you long ago."
Her words left the sword spirits unable to refute her. A brief silence followed.
"Well... if Master wishes it, I can serve Master too," Serya, who was somewhat introverted by nature, said with her face flushed scarlet.
Seeing this, Heavenly Demon also gave a light snort. As a demon, she was naturally distinct from the virtuous sort. "I can serve Master as well. Master possesses an eleventh-level bloodline and is a first-generation king—his status is noble, and he is worthy of my devoted service!"
At that moment, Ghost Slayer's icy voice sounded, as though it had drifted up from the depths of the netherworld, cold enough to pierce the bone. "I only wish to be the sword in Master's hand. In this chaotic age where rites and music have crumbled and slaughter runs unchecked, I wish to