Wen Ran's thoughts drifted back to the days of his old world.
After all, in my past life, I lived by the sword. His understanding of the Sword Dao ran deeper than most could ever comprehend. He had studied it for years, wielded it as both a tool and a philosophy, and in his hands, the blade had become a force unmatched under the heavens. If there was one thing he could pass off without suspicion, it was sword cultivation.
As he walked, Xiao Mo trotted beside him, her ears twitching in irritation. She glanced at the man she both adored and despised, her small body trembling in frustration. This idiot…
It had been five days. Five. Days. And he still hadn't bothered to feed her! She had to scavenge for her own food while he walked around lost in his grand schemes! In her mind, she cursed the heavens for cursing her—how could fate be so cruel? How could she, a noble and refined rabbit, be stuck with this neglectful bastard?
