Han Sen coughed awkwardly to fill the silence.
"Have you tried using your little sword to fix the situation?" Han Sen suddenly realized he was talking about Ning Yue's "little sword," and he quickly shook his head to get rid of the thought.
Ning Yue looked at him strangely and said, "I have tried everything! I've tried destroying it and throwing it away. I've even tried selling it. No matter what I do, my body remains like this. And whenever I go to sleep, the thing is lying on my chest when I wake up."
"It looks like this is an evil sword... What are you going to do?" Han Sen knew Ning Yue was a very decisive guy. He wouldn't have contacted Han Sen just to share some idle gossip.
