Bab 452: My Noble Spit

General Yi covered his face with one hand; this was really too shameful!

He crooked his finger and reclaimed the Heaven-Cleaving sword. That youngster who had been furious and aggressive when holding the sword turned back into a fearful coward as he shrunk back into the corner, his body shaking and completely without any trace of Evil Sword God.

Warden Liang: "General Yi, is this what Evil Sword God's original character is like?"

General Yi cupped his chin and shook his head. "No, this old man feels that these are both extreme personalities. If my junior brother was completely normal, he should be somewhere between these two: although he's typically brazen and aggressive, he definitely isn't this timid and won't make trouble out of nothing… So with or without the sword, this old man feels that it's very strange."

Warden Liang heaved a sigh. "Then it's the same!"

"What's the same?" General Yi was puzzled.