...Wang Mu.
I didn't mean that.
"No."
"Oh? How is that not so?"
"People are nostalgic," Wang Mu said. "What's appealing isn't the chime of the Unrivaled Bell from a thousand years ago, but the sentiments from that time."
"So, you think I'm not as good as I was a thousand years ago? Already getting nostalgic, are you?"
"I never said that," Wang Mu replied.
"Cut the crap," Mu Hongyuan said coldly. "According to you, if you are to die, you should die cleanly. Now that you've repaired the Unrivaled Bell and severed this karma, shouldn't you be on your way?"
"I can grant you whatever kind of death you desire."
"How about I chop you into eight pieces?"
...Wang Mu.
Not so good.
"Why the silence?" Mu Hongyuan attached the Unrivaled Bell to her waist and said nonchalantly, "I think being chopped into eight pieces is quite good. Oh, perhaps seven. I can send a piece to each of the others. That would be just perfect."
