"Ah, you brat, wouldn't it be wonderful if you didn't have that Demon Seed in you? I could have tried to..."
Her beautiful eyes were unfocused, gazing foolishly at the young man, muttering to herself.
He, however, coldly interrupted, "Martial Aunt, in the face of adversity, what's the point of lamenting these things?"
"If there were no Formless Demon Seed, I wouldn't be who I am today."
"In other words, no matter what I face, I, Bail Qingling, never complain about the fate imposed on me, because—"
"What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger."
As he said this, the Demon Sword in his hand let out a joyful "zheng," as if echoing its master.
"You... are quite something."
Mu Xinlan gazed at the young man for a few seconds, then glanced elsewhere and said quietly, "It seems I can somewhat understand why that woman was willing to go so far for you."
"You brat."
"Truly, there is some charm about you."
