Chen Yi chuckled helplessly: "Alright, alright, whatever you say."
"Just stay put and don't let them notice anything."
The Little Jade Sword circled around, as if it had won a battle, and gently settled on Xia Wanwan's wrist, no longer moving.
Humph, if you dare abandon me again, I'll die right in front of you!
Looking at the motionless Little Jade Sword, Chen Taiping and Xia Wanwan exchanged glances, both noticing the surprise in each other's eyes.
"It, I always felt it's not ordinary." Xia Wanwan reached out to stroke the Little Jade Sword, and said:
"When Yi Er gave it to me, I only thought of it as a keepsake from him, until the time I encountered the assassination..."
"Don't overthink it."
Chen Taiping thought of the small wooden sword that the young Daoist from the Grand Void Sect had given him earlier, pondering:
"Perhaps Yi Er originally intended for you to use it for self-defense."
