"This idiot just called me a ghost. Can I cut him down?" Little Xie spoke expressionlessly.
"Don't do it! Calm down, Little Xie. He's only petrified from fear! He'll recover with time!" An Lin dissuaded in a panicked voice as he gripped tightly onto Little Xie's soft, little hand.
He knew very well that with Little Xie's violent temper, there was a good chance she would actually attack Sun Yuluo if he didn't stop her.
"Wait, did you just call her Little Xie? You know her?" Sun Yuluo's eyes widened.
Little Xie glared coldly at Sun Yuluo and did not say anything.
At this moment, Zhao Siming and the others had also gathered around Sun Yuluo, and all of them were looking at the adorable little girl before them with curiosity in their eyes.
"Of course I know her." An Lin indicated to the sword in his hand with a smile on his face. "She's the sword spirit of my Evil-Slaying Sword, and her name is Little Xie."
