[Goodness, leave me some food scraps to eat.]
[Nom nom ~]
[Old Shen, you've been working under the master for so many years, yet you still don't know what it means to understand human relationships?]
[If the soul is shattered to pieces, you'll really go for it? Leave me a bit of the soul to eat, will it kill you?]
[Aww, save the nourishing stuff for me next time.]
Jiu Ying smelled the scent of the evil ghost, extended two heads, and 'slurped' down all the ashes post-judgment.
The Blade of Judgment spoke with an arrogant young voice, [Want to eat? Come and grab it yourself!]
Jiu, [...I really want to smack him.]
[I'll bite off one head at a time!]
[Old Shen, no wonder you don't speak. Your voice ruins your image in a second; each entrance is so cool, but the voice is still childish, tsk, the older the ginger, the spicier it is; we're the seniors here.]
[Yeah right, remember to respect your elders, got it?]
