Many people were a bit puzzled.
What kind of personality does Li Jingxing have, after all?
Why is he sometimes obsessively terrifying, insanely inhumane?
And at other times, so genteel and polite?
Only Xue An chuckled softly.
Only he understood that there was nothing wrong with Li Jingxing, just that practicing swordsmanship had made his mind a bit dull.
Many Sword Cultivators have this problem.
Because they are accustomed to the purity of Sword Dao, they tackle issues head-on and lack flexibility.
But just as Nian Nian was about to take action, Xiang Xiang, beside her, shook her head, then spoke seriously to Li Jingxing.
"Uncle, don't waste your effort, you can't bring her back to life, because she is truly dead!"
These words sent Li Jingxing's face into chaos.
An Yan was so frightened that she pulled Xiang Xiang into her embrace, nervously watching Li Jingxing, fearing he might go mad again.
