The Little Sword Spirit hugged Wang Mu even tighter.
"Don't," it pleaded.
Heroine Yan was silent.
"And then it felt so comfortable..." the Little Sword Spirit said, narrowing its eyes.
"Comfortable?" Wang Mu asked.
"Yes, because my home is slowly being rebuilt." The Little Sword Spirit sniffed. "And it has your scent too."
Wang Mu glanced at Heroine Yan.
"When it was being rebuilt, I smelled it, and I was very happy," the Little Sword Spirit continued.
Wang Mu looked at Heroine Yan again and uttered an "oh." So this Little Sword Spirit is the embodiment of Heroine Yan's emotions... he realized.
"Let's go back," Wang Mu said; he roughly understood now.
"Then you... you can't leave me behind," the Little Sword Spirit said, nuzzling Wang Mu's cheek. "I thought I wouldn't see you again..."
Wang Mu nodded.
"Also..." The Little Sword Spirit hesitated. "We need to rebuild my home quickly... I want to build it with you."
