Xia Family’s Mystic Mark

'I don't want to…'

"Fuuu~"

'The good thing is…' Xia Feng Zi thought as she blew out smoke before saying, "If it is really the Ten Thousand Blades Hilt then, it means it is a Glorious Treasure. I don't have a mystic mark so I can't take it. Suuu~"

"… but you have one," Bei Ling replied.

"…"

"Though it had yet to be awakened…"

"Fuuu~"

"So…" Xia Feng Zi raised an eyebrow, "Master means that I have one of the Xia Family's Mystic Marks which were believed to go extinct after plenty of generations?"

"You are from that Xia Family, hence it must be one of its variants. I can only say with certainty that is a strong one. After all…"

"It didn't awake by itself nor did Master could awake it by the all-strong-people-can-do methods."

"Hoh… did you know?"

"I guessed.

"If Master could… I would have already had it but… why does Master say I have one, a not-awakened mystic mark is as though you have none?"

"…

"If you are really from that Xia Family, I have a method that may work…" Bei Ling stopped and locked her nonchalant red eyes on her disciple's dark eyes.

"Suuu~" Xia Feng Zi blinked.

"However, it might hurt a little or maybe too much…"

"Fuuu~"

"Depends on the person," Bei Ling concluded.

Xia Feng Zi rubbed her temples while thinking, 'Haa- I hate pain when I'm in my right and relaxed mind...'

Bei Ling watched her disciple; nevertheless, after hearing no answer for a while, she said, "The stronger you are the quicker and easier it will be to complete our deal."

'… but this way of getting stronger is just too troublesome now that I have a broader view.' Xia Feng Zi stole a glance to the floating hilt; that hilt was just too much of a hot potato.