Fan Wubing finally carried Peach Blossoms on his back.
In the past, he never considered himself a Sword Cultivator; nurturing his Lifebound Flying Sword was merely a means of attack. But now, he found that the only companion he had was Peach Blossoms.
What else can a person with only a sword be but a Sword Cultivator?
He stood before a rotating star gate, chuckling,
"Peach Blossoms, it's just the two of us relying on each other again."
Peach Blossoms sneered, "Sentimental."
Fan Wubing shook his head with a smile. In the past, he would have argued with Peach Blossoms; now, hearing its insults was a form of amusement.
He waved his hand to brush the stardust off his clothes and stepped into the star gate with great strides.
