"Master, I'm a little tired, I need to rest now." The Sword Spirit looked at Mo Huasong wearily.
Mo Huasong looked at the Sword Spirit with sympathy. "This is a small matter, I can handle it. Why did you come out?"
"I get bored from my deep sleeps, sometimes I just want to play around," the Sword Spirit cheekily stuck out its pink tongue at Mo Huasong, then retreated back inside him.
Mo Huasong was at a loss on how to deal with the Sword Spirit's mischief.
According to his usual style, he might have slapped Yan Congjing across the face directly, or even wiped him out entirely. But these actions surely wouldn't have had the same effect as what the Sword Spirit had done.
Yan Congjing couldn't even answer a textbook question, yet he brazenly claimed that being rich meant he could be a leader, and that he desired to court Yang Lixian. By implicating Director Zhou, both of them would get into trouble.
