As Lianshan Xin finished speaking, He Miaojun nearly lost her composure.
She turned the Daoist Scripture over and tapped it twice with her fingertips, as though knocking on Lianshan Xin's head.
"This blade is destined for you?" He Miaojun's tone was peculiar. "Why don't you say the dragon throne is destined for you too?"
Lianshan Xin's expression did not change. "The dragon throne was destined for me. Unfortunately, even when Emperor Yongchang begged me to sit on it, I couldn't be bothered. The Blood-Severing Dust-Cleansing Blade is different. It really is destined for me."
"What makes it destined for you?"
"My surname is He."
This time, He Miaojun really did lose her composure. "Since when was your surname He?"
He Xin explained patiently, "Mother, I've been your son for ages. Isn't it perfectly reasonable for a son to take his mother's surname?"
He Miaojun said, "...If your father heard you say that, he'd definitely throw you out of the family. So the Lianshan surname is only worth a demon blade." Lianshan Xin laughed. "Mother, how could the Lianshan surname possibly be worth a demon blade?"
He Miaojun said, "...Brilliant."
"Mother, you know I've loved practicing with blades since I was little. My dream is to become a bladesman."
He Miaojun punctured Lianshan Xin's dream on the spot. "You've loved practicing with swords since you were little. You said your dream was to become a dashing sword god, dressed in white with a sword in hand, because that would look the most handsome."
Lianshan Xin thought this was the trouble with his own mother.
She had watched him grow up from the days when he wore split-crotch pants.
She simply knew him too well.
"Fine, Mother, I'll stop pretending. I just want this blade."
He Miaojun was not surprised. "You want