The fat bird was suddenly immobile, standing dumbfounded in its original spot, lowering its head to look at the jade lock that had suddenly appeared on its neck, and called out to Lu Xuanming.
"All you ever do is slip out to flirt with some wild men. Today, I'm grounding you, so you can't keep running away with Blue fur."
Lu Xuan raised an eyebrow, saying with a playful smile.
"Coo coo!"
The fat bird gave a sorrowful coo, as if pleading with Lu Xuan:
Why are you bothering me when you don't have a female cultivator of your own?
Lu Xuan was taken aback, a deep wound had been struck.
The Nurturing Xuan Sword Sheath on his waist quivered slightly, as if expressing its agreement.
"Now you have so many flying swords, playing favorites all the time, aren't you getting carried away?"
Lu Xuan grabbed the Ancient Sword Sheath and jammed several Nebula Swords into its crack.