Several centuries had passed
Ao Weifan hummed, rubbing his chin absently. His eyes were lidded but the way he glared at Liu Sumeng was sharp. His blank expression slowly lifted with a cunning smile. The wind stirred, plum-colored leaves blew about the pavilion.
"What is your name again?" The Undead King asked.
Liu Sumeng took a moment before responding, "Hei Xue."
"Hei Xue," Ao Weifan repeated, tasting the name on his lips, "and from where do you hail?"
"..." He would have to come up with something…
But luckily the Ivory Sword Saint was saved when the waddling servant returned. How she didn't spill everything she brought on the tray was an inexplicable miracle.
A teapot and cups were set before them along with a plate of bayberries and melon seeds. Chu Mirong took this chance to interject, "Hei Xue is just a little toy I picked up on my travels. Do not mind him so much."
"A toy? Do you normally let your toys speak so freely?"