Dongfang Wuya saw Shen Qinghe with a look of utter despondence and his face fell in aggrievement, "Can't you kiss me? If I have to watch over the Snow Bone Grass, I can't be by your side all the time. Can't you give me a little sweetness to taste, as compensation for me?"
Shen Qinghe tried to reason with him, "No, it's not possible. You and I aren't that kind of relationship. You are the Sword Spirit, and I am your master. We are not like Yan Changsheng and Nan Sheng..."
"How is it not the same? Yan Changsheng and Nan Sheng like each other, and you and I like each other too. Don't think that just because I'm a Sword Spirit, I don't understand anything." Wuya impatiently listened to Shen Qinghe's sophistry.
"But their relationship is that of a man and a woman, whereas ours is master and servant, naturally it's not the same!" Shen Qinghe explained feebly.