"Qing'er," Wang Jian drawled, amusement dancing in his eyes. "What brings you to this delightful corner of the cosmos?"
Yu Qing, her anger momentarily eclipsed by confusion, let out a frustrated sigh. "Jian, this is no time for jokes. You need to leave, now. This city is crawling with devils, and they're not exactly known for their hospitality."
"Oh, I see," Wang Jian smirked. "So, you're not here for a friendly visit to some devils?"
Yu Qing gritted her teeth. "This isn't about pleasantries, Jian. There's a weapon here, a sword reforged from the core of my… my power source." Her voice trailed off, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her face.
Wang Jian raised an eyebrow, a flicker of genuine interest replacing his amusement. "A weapon forged from your power source, you say? Tell me more, Qing'er."