Humming a happy tone, Tie Linglong wiped her narrow saber over and over multiple times, and then slowly inserted it into the sheath, as if she were undergoing a sacred ritual.
Standing ten steps away, Chu Nanping stared at her silently. His eyes had been fixed on her the whole time.
"Why don't you forge two swords that are better paired with each other?" asked Tie Linglong, as if she had forgotten about her resentment towards him.
"The Dragon King gave this sword to me, and a Central Plainsman gave me the other. Both of them are… good swords." Chu Nanping was very glad that he could talk to her in a normal manner again.
"Oh." Tie Linglong raised her head slightly as if understanding had suddenly dawned on her, her green eyeballs gleaming like gemstones by the candle light. "So you do attach sentiments to things people gave you as gifts… But don't you want to be ruthless and emotionless? Isn't this going to adversely influence your swordsmanship?"