Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations

  Sima You Yue thought of the previous time she recognized Little Spirit as her master. It seemed as if it was something that needed her own blood. Therefore, she placed her own finger upon the dagger and, before she made any action, Ling Long gave her a cut. In a flash, the fresh blood moistened the dagger.

  “You look so old and rusty, I never thought that you would still be so sharp.” Sima You Yue said. She ..