"Xueyin, how are you feeling, any uncomfortable reactions?" Li Xin asked. He still recalled how he was tormented half to death when he once had the dice; such memories were hard to revisit.
"Nope." Xueyin flipped her hand, and a golden sword inscribed with runes floated from her palm. With a flick of her small hand, the little sword instantly transformed to a size suitable for Xueyin, emitting an aura of cold menace in the night.
"Alright, put it away, keep a low profile," Li Xin quickly said. "You've just inherited the Divine Relic, and need to gain understanding. You should not act rashly in any situation; take things step by step."
"I can't hold back even a little; life is already complicated enough. If it's someone else's fault, don't blame yourself. Whoever scolds me, I scold back; whoever provokes me, I cut them down. Am I supposed to keep my emotions on the wall instead of my lips?" Xueyin said, her eyes wide open.
"Who provoked her?" Li Xin touched his nose.
