After what felt like ages, Chu Mo finally came to his senses, gasping for breath as if he was a drowning man who managed to struggle ashore.
He was thoroughly soaked, just as if he had been fished out of water.
After a moment, Chu Mo ran his fingers through his damp hair, glanced at the bloody blade in his hand, and mumbled, "Was there really a need... all I wanted was to know your name? Did you need to create this bloody scene to scare me?"
"Heaven Slaying...what a fierce name!"
A chill wind blew, causing Chu Mo to shiver slightly. He gripped the blade and said, "It seems you're a sword that has experienced bloody battles, even the way you reveal your name to me... is different from others. If one were faint-hearted, they might have been scared to death by you."
With these words, Chu Mo prepared to put Heaven Slaying away. He wasn't accustomed to carrying such a blatant, unmatched weapon in his hand.
