"Master!"
Jinghong threw Tanbao into the air and dashed forward, embracing his Master.
"Jinghong."
Lin Qingluo gently stroked Jinghong's little head, feeling a mix of emotions.
"Master, Jinghong has returned."
Jinghong's Sword Spirit looked up, suddenly revealing a compelling sharpness.
"Welcome back."
Lin Qingluo's eyes shimmered, her aura changing as well, like an unsheathed peerless treasure sword, sharp and dazzling.
The two looked at each other, seeing the unspoken understanding in the other's eyes.
"Hmph."
The joy of resurrection after the calamity caught Youhuang Sword Spirit's attention.
Thinking of the fallen Primeval Lord of Heaven, she couldn't help but feel a sour wave creeping up, snorting an inharmonious breath through her nose.
"Hey, you!"
Jinghong raised an eyebrow, about to retort, but Lin Qingluo quickly covered his mouth.
"Master?"
Jinghong was confused, not understanding why his Master was treating Youhuang with such leniency.
"Her?"
