No sooner had Winter Melon finished those guilty-sounding words than Xu Linglong's gentle, calm voice rang out again within its Sea of Consciousness, filling it.
[Winter Melon, you know full well what we have been through along the way.]
[Heavenly Demons have already sacrificed themselves for this great undertaking. Remember your identity. Remember everything you have been through over these years.]
[Think of the noble blood flowing through your veins, the supreme mission you were born bearing.]
[Cast aside everything that came before. Grip the sword in your hand.]
[Kill Chu Xingchen before you. I will lend you a hand.]
[Answer with your actions, with your most wholehearted loyalty. I am still waiting.]
The Demon Language lingered around Winter Melon's ears like music echoing among the rafters. It did its best to keep its expression calm, for no other reason than that Chu Xingchen's suspicious gaze had already turned to scrutinize it.
Although Chu Xingchen had revealed his vulnerability before it and shown that his cultivation had not recovered, perhaps the shadow Chu Xingchen had cast over Winter Melon's mind in the past was too deep, and his reputation was also immense.
Winter Melon always felt a sense of fear toward Chu Xingchen.
Even if the current Chu Xingchen might truly be no match for Winter Melon.
Chu Xingchen walked over and asked gently,
"What's wrong, Winter Melon? Did seeing Xu Linglong's avatar make you nervous?"
"A... a little." Hearing the excuse Chu Xingchen offered, Winter Melon hurriedly nodded in agreement.
Chu Xingchen chuckled. "You look a little too nervous. Relax. Sit beside me and take your time watching."
Relax?
Winter Melon badly wanted to stuff the voice in its head into Chu Xingchen's ears and let him hear those repeated instructions and words telling it to draw its sword