"Look, you're in a hurry again!" the man mocked.
"Enough, I'm not going to argue with you anymore. From now on, keep your mouth shut
a little tighter. Don't tell the youngsters everything, do we not need a bit of privacy?"
The man stood up, stretched lazily, seemingly preparing to leave.
A sword's hum sounded again, carrying a hint of reluctance to part.
"Where to?"
Upon hearing the long sword's question, the man thought for a moment,
"I don't know, depends on my mood."
The long sword suddenly hummed softly.
The man raised his eyebrows:
"So you're peeping at me every day, aren't you, you motherfucker?"
"That kid... It's not a matter of whether I fancy him or not,
who in this world can catch the eye of He Donghuang?"
The man gave such an answer.
Let alone the many years he spent half-asleep, half-awake,
even during those days when he was the first among all beings,
there were few who held a place in his eyes.
And since he's supposed to inherit my legacy,
