Mu Qiu finished reading the promise letter and returned it to Li Yang, sighing at him.
Li Yang asked her, "How is it? Isn't this alliance of yours way too fake?"
Mu Qiu sighed heavily again, her gaze at him turning gentle and compassionate.
Caring for the naive is everyone's responsibility.
Her gaze was obviously abnormal, which raised Li Yang's caution. He opened the promise letter again and took another look, but didn't see any issues, so he asked her once more.
"Is there something wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Mu Qiu looked up at a forty-five-degree angle to the sky and said, "Twenty years ago on the Immortal Cultivation Continent, I got a treasure knife that can cut through iron like mud from a romantic rival."
Li Yang: "??? What on earth are you talking about?"
"Do you want to see that treasure knife?"
Li Yang's entire punk outfit expressed bewilderment.
