"This is the path of emotions." Shen Ping smiled. The sword light on his fingertip turned into a flower and a blade of grass, then into dancing flames. "You can follow whatever you like. The sword is pure. There's no need to dye it with dust."
Fairy Lijiang's talent was outstanding to begin with. If he said these words normally, it would not be of much use. It was different now. She was already in a state of emotional instability, so with a little guidance, she would be able to comprehend something as long as her comprehension was not too bad.
"Junior Sister, do you still like swords?" He looked into those eyes seriously.
Fairy Lijiang said softly, "I like it."
"So as long as the sword is in your hand, what do you have to worry about? With a sword in hand, you have nothing to fear."
Fairy Lijiang's eyes gradually lit up. "The sword is pure, and the sea accepts all rivers. My sword is everything in the world…"
