"Anyone who slaps my face must die!" The sword's words were filled with anguish.
"Calm down, Fellow Daoist Scarlet Heaven Sword," Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet consoled him. "You don't have a physical face, so you don't need to worry about being slapped."
Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet's logic was sound, at least two months ago.
"The problem is that I do have a face. I still have a second form," lamented the sword. Its primary form had evolved into a face, and as an inner demon, it had the ability to transform into its second form.
Its second form was rather impressive.
Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet was left speechless.
As a sentient artifact, why did it now have a face?
"If you can't handle it, then stab Shuhang," calmly suggested Pavilion Master Chu.
"Shuhang wasn't the one who slapped my face, so why would I stab him?" retorted the sword. "If anyone should be stabbed, it's this group of colorful inner demons," it added.
