"Evilbane."
Mu Fan snapped out of his daze, looking at the proud little sprite, sincerely said, "You've taught me a lot, thank you."
"Hmm, consider it for the sake of you having the Heavenly Eye."
The Evilbane Sword Spirit rubbed his nose, and casually glanced at him: "I might consider, condescending myself, to form a soul pact with you."
"I don't need to kneel?"
Mu Fan took a breath, his eyes hinting at the surprise.
"No need to kneel."
The Evilbane Sword Spirit crossed his arms, nose turned upward in arrogance: "But I've taught you so much, you still need to call me Master. I must be one generation higher than you and you can't just call me by my name."
"Master!"
Mu Fan was overjoyed, without the slightest hesitation, he clasped his hands together, and respectfully bowed down.
"Ha-ha, my good disciple."
A triumphant smile flashed across the eyes of the Evilbane Sword Spirit. He chuckled to himself in secret.
