At this moment, Wang Mu fell into deep thought. He wasn't contemplating the immediate situation, nor the Green Frost Sword, nor Heroine Yan. It was the future he was pondering. If a mere name could elicit such a response, what would happen later… how could he possibly manage?
The Green Frost Sword was a Divine Sword, and Divine Swords possessed spirits. Whom it wished to kill, and whether murderous intent was present, were evident at a glance.
Wang Mu sensed a surge of murderous intent. He reached out and touched the sword's blade, trying to move it away, but found the Green Frost Sword as immovable as if embedded beside his neck.
Heroine Yan's gaze seemed to revert to how it was at their first encounter—an indifferent look that regarded all things as if they were filth.
As someone well-versed in the ways of a Love Saint, he knew this was definitely not the time to answer directly.
