She said, "Brother, if I willingly become the spirit within your sword and give my life to you, can you help me avenge a grudge?"
Baili An was taken aback, giving the little demon a deep look, then smiled faintly, "Sorry, this sword holds exceptional meaning for me, and I have no intention of soul attachment."
The little bamboo demon anxiously said, "If you have other spirit swords, I can also..."
"No need." Baili An interrupted, "I think I don't need a sword spirit."
The little bamboo demon's expression gradually dimmed, her bleak eyes revealing hints of hopeless desolation.
Baili An glanced at her, saying, "Now, would you like to follow me into the city to heal your wounds?"
The little bamboo demon lifted her head, giving him a wry smile, "In a human city, where is there a place for demons to stand? The date of Xijian Sect recruiting disciples is nearing, and the more remote the small towns, the more cultivators tend to gather.
