The Demon Child's nostrils flared as his eyes lit up.
"Come in."
President Huang and a young man in academy uniform entered the room one after another.
The boy pushed a three-tiered cart filled with various snacks to accompany drinks.
Peanuts, pan-fried soybeans, marinated dried tofu...
The aroma wasn't strong, but it was just right for a drinker's appetite.
The Demon Child didn't seem to know what politeness was, directly hooking his finger. Two peanuts seemed to be pulled by invisible strings and flew into his mouth.
"Demon Child..."
Wu Di instinctively touched the sword at his side, carefully choosing his words, and asked cautiously, "Will my sword become my friend?"
Even if I nurture it with spiritual energy, will there come a day when it can speak, think, and communicate with me like a human?
As a staunch materialist, he should have scoffed at such notions.
But the world is changing.
