"Don't worry. I'll think of something. I'm sure there are other ways besides these ores to remove the rust on you." Huang Xiao gently patted the Minghong Saber. "Come to think of it, you're in much the same situation as I am. I'm afflicted with the Demon-Ghost Blood Curse, while you're covered in rust. Now that I have some chance of dispelling the Demon-Ghost Blood Curse, you'll surely be able to shed all that rust someday too."
Whether or not the Minghong Saber could understand his words or sense his feelings, Huang Xiao slid it back into its sheath after he finished speaking.
The next day, Huang Xiao arrived in the main hall and discovered that Zhangsun Youyue was already there.
"Miss Changsun, your injuries seem to be all right now." Huang Xiao could sense that Zhangsun Youyue's aura was calm and steady. Clearly, she had essentially recovered from yesterday's injuries.
"They weren't very serious to begin with." Zhangsun Youyue smiled. "Young Master Huang, did you rest well last night?"
"With such a lovely, peaceful setting here, Miss, how could I possibly have slept poorly?" Huang Xiao replied with a smile.
Zhangsun Youyue covered her mouth and chuckled. Hearing such pleasant words made her feel good, though of course, she did not enjoy hearing them from just anyone.
Just as Zhangsun Youyue was about to continue, she and Huang Xiao turned toward the entrance at the same time and saw Pei Yi walk in.
"Greetings, Martial Uncle!"
"Greetings, Senior Pei!"
Pei Yi nodded. "No need to stand on ceremony."
Huang Xiao stood respectfully to one side, while Zhangsun Youyue was rather more at ease. She could not help asking, "Martial Uncle, did you meet Senior Dao Xuanzi?"
Instead of answering Zhangsun Youyue, Pei Yi walked straight to the seat of