"What do you mean?"
Inside the pavilion, the Sword Spirit asked.
Zhao Rong gently twirled the stem of the 'Little Red Flower' between his fingers, letting it spin slowly.
He lowered his gaze to the blood-red petals, his tone somewhat... uncertain:
"When I'm with her, I always feel... like I'm facing Qing Jun or Qian'er... Qing Jun or Qian'er from childhood."
Gui pondered thoughtfully, trying to understand: "You mean... the kind of companionship like childhood friends? Earlier in the relic, it did seem like there was some sort of atmosphere between you two..."
"'This unknown obsession' seems to indeed want to be like a sister to you, starting with giving you this little red flower, and later sending so many good things your way... it's a bit like the companionship of childhood friends, just like when you're with Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er, soft rice feeding, fully satisfied..."
It raised its head and sighed: "Ah, truly worthy of the Peach Blossom Sword Master."
