"Principal, why aren't you speaking?" Soon, Su Chen noticed Mo Chenyuan's silence, his face grim and unsettled, and couldn't help but ask.
"Su Chen, this... this sword, how did you draw it?" Mo Chenyuan took several deep breaths before he could somewhat stabilize his state of mind. He asked in a deep voice, and although he had forcefully controlled his voice, a trembling note could still be heard.
"How else can I draw it? Obviously with my hand!" Su Chen laughed. The principal is really interesting. To draw a sword, if not with the hand, then what? With the foot? With the mouth? With thoughts?
"I mean, why were you able to draw it?" Mo Chenyuan was choked up.
"Uh..." Su Chen was speechless. "Principal, why I can draw it? Why don't you ask me why I need to breathe, drink water, or eat? I wanted this sword, and you, Principal, agreed to give it to me, so naturally I had to draw the sword and take it away. Is there a problem with that?"
