Bai Ye paused for the third time in shining his sword, scowling as he turned around. "Will you stop staring?" He pinned the girl sitting behind him with an irritated look. He couldn't possibly concentrate on anything with that feeling of being constantly watched.
The girl blinked her big doe eyes. "Why?" she asked as if genuinely curious. "You are pretty. Isn't it human nature to stare at pretty things?"
Bai Ye tightened his grip on the sword hilt. It had been barely an hour since the spirit of Twin Stars manifested itself—herself, to be more accurate—and she had already tested the limit of his patience. Or sanity, as he remained in disbelief that a demonic sword spirit, who was practically thousands of years in age and born from the blood and flesh of the most evil existences, could be so naive and senseless.
