The curved blade trembled more and more pitifully. Xie Lian was a bit flustered, gently stroking along its back and said, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't see it was you just now, it won't happen again."
After a few strokes, the blade named E Ming squinted its eyes, and the trembling finally stopped. Xie Lian asked again, "Where is your master?"
Suddenly, a voice came from behind, "No need to mind it."
Xie Lian turned around and stood up in surprise and joy, "San Lang? Why are you here?"
The young man who came leisurely from behind was Hua Cheng. He had tied his black hair into a crooked ponytail, wore a light white shirt with a red garment tied around his waist, sleeves rolled up, revealing pale yet strong arms with tattoos. As he walked, the silver chains on his boots jingled, giving off a casual yet elegant vibe, like a carefree youth from next door. He bit a small wild grass and smiled at Xie Lian, "Brother."