"Of course," Yue Buhui said with a blissful expression.
"How do you know this sword spirit is female?" Wang Xiaoqiang asked strangely, pointing at Yue Buhui's sword.
"We can communicate," Yue Buhui laughed and said:
"Of course, you don't understand this, nor can you comprehend it, but if one day you cultivate a sword spirit, you'll understand everything."
Wang Xiaoqiang's curiosity got the best of him at this moment, and he said, "Hey? Buhui, how did you develop a sword spirit? Teach me..."
"Little Qiang, I'm afraid you can't do this," Yue Buhui shook his head and said, "You don't have that kind of dedication."
"What kind of dedication?"
"Devotion!"
Wang Xiaoqiang suddenly understood and nodded, saying, "I really don't have that kind of dedication, but I can try to change myself."
"Forget it, are you willing to give up your women?"
"What's wrong with my women?"
