Chen Zhixing doesn't like it when others speak to him while lying down.
But this seemed to be the other's way of survival.
Interestingly, when the other maintained this posture, Chen Zhixing felt that the other was genuinely safe.
Therefore.
"Is it this world that's crazy, or am I crazy?"
"..."
"I'm not talking to you."
"..."
The Sword God lowered his head again, and this time it was even lower.
Chen Zhixing raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.
"Those in the Longevity Realm, after proving their paths, hardly bother with mortals. Probably for this reason. They're seen as man-eating tigers; any slight gesture, regardless of laughter, anger, or sadness, can induce fear in others."
"..."
"Forget it, just do as you like, before anyone finds me here, I'll pretend I don't know."
"The great kindness of the senior, the divine sword will never forget."
The sound of bowing repeatedly resounded.
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