"The sudden mention of a name makes our conversation somewhat amusing."
However, Wang Jiu showed no intention of being delighted: "Forcing me to do things I'm not good at is a form of torture, so I'd rather take risks in doing what I'm good at. As long as I can recover my strength quickly, even if the Demon Emperor were to be reborn, I could kill him once again."
At this point, Zhao Chenlu really had nothing to say, but to let the Celestial Divine Sword leave like this, to venture alone into a remote and unknown place, entering a sharpening phase akin to slumber, she couldn't help but feel reluctant.
"By the way, one last thing... let me tell you a joke."
"A joke?" Wang Jiu finally paused, turning to look back at Zhao Chenlu.
