“Owner, you already have me, but you’re taking in another one?” Sky Demon said in Zhao Fu’s mind as it acted pitifully and incredibly wronged.
When he heard its words, Zhao Fu felt that Sky Demon was right - he already had a sword, so he didn’t need a second sword. In that case, who should he give this sword to?”
“I only listen to the command of the one who subdues me!” a cold and resolute voice suddenly said in Zhao Fu’s mind - this voice belonged to the Ghost Queen, the Ghost of Slaughtering.
As such, Zhao Fu could only dispel that thought in frustration. Seeing that it couldn’t change this, the Sky Demon could only unhappily harrumph. In the future, any good things that Zhao Fu obtained would be split between it and this new sword, and Sky Demon wouldn’t be able to monopolize everything.