SIX-YEAR-OLD SWORD

Wu Jiang was such a spoiled child!

If Bai Chen didn't remember that Wu Jiang was a sword and not a child, he would have scolded the weapon with such a scolding. It wasn't that he hated the sword, but that he was simply embarrassed to see how it continued to nuzzle into his lap as he sat on the floor on the front porch of a small hut in the middle of the forest.

Yes, the hut belonged to Wu Jinhai, and it was also the man who brought Bai Chen back to that place. The man who liked to wear red clothes said that he would take Bai Chen somewhere, and unexpectedly, the man took him to his house.