"Old bonehead! Just you wait, there will come a time when you'll be immobile too..." Scholar Lv, hunched over picking up firewood, muttered viciously under his breath.
Gouwa leaned in, nudging him with an elbow. "Hey, you're pretty bold, aren't you, daring to steal Brother Li's sword."
Scholar Lv glanced at him disdainfully, "Joke, it's just a sword in hand, what of it, are you scared?"
"Scared indeed, that sword has such a strong smell of blood, I feel sick just getting close to it."
Hearing the other party's words, Scholar Lv's face showed even more smugness.
"Afraid of that? I'll tell you, I noticed the strong smell of blood from that thing in the beginning and pulled it out exactly because of that, and I dare to do it even now if I want!"
"Wow, impressive."
As the two chatted, they set down the firewood they were carrying beside the iron pot and turned to go fetch water.
