As she spoke, she extended another finger, its tip glowing pale gold, and pressed it against Ye Qinghong's brow.
The instant her finger touched him, a tiny figure suddenly appeared within Ye Qinghong's brow.
Only about the size of a fingernail, he was enveloped in golden light and lay unconscious.
He wore green, his features cool and flawless, his long black hair gathered together and hanging loosely down.
His entire body was curled into a ball.
Like a sleeping kitten, he looked particularly docile.
He also held two things in his arms: a thread-bound book with The Return of the Condor Heroes written on its cover, and a small copper coin clutched tightly in his hand.
Behind him floated the Green Sword, constantly seeking to snuggle up to its master, only for the little Ye Qinghong to slap it away.
Then the little figure began rubbing his eyes again, bleary with sleep, scratched his perhaps somewhat itchy bottom, and went peacefully back to sleep.
Everyone froze at the sight of this little figure, seemingly puzzled.
As far as they knew, a soul was the manifestation of one's innermost heart. Ye Qinghong had been devoted to the sword his entire life and was exceedingly cold and aloof.
Why, then, would he toss the Azure Shadow Sword aside while his soul was unconscious and instead hug a book and a copper coin? They had never heard that Ye Qinghong loved money.
Everyone was bewildered, but Fang Yang's face darkened with exasperation, rather helpless when it came to his eldest disciple.
Others might not know why Ye Qinghong was behaving this way, but he knew perfectly well.
The reason his eldest disciple treasured The Return of the Condor Heroes was that it was practically his theoretical justification for behaving outrageously and molesting his