After a pause, the light orb continued to emit a voice: "Demon, is your demonic power strong enough? If you’re not confident, imdiately take and Cloudy Fang to find a powerful demon nearby, or take us away from here to so remote, deserted place, the more secluded, the better..."
"Eh? Aren’t you supposed to warn instead? Why aren’t you opposing taking this thing?" Gu Mo asked, looking slightly surprised.
"Why would I oppose? I’d be glad if soone could share the burden. The seal on Cloudy Fang is already at its limit, and I don’t know how long I can keep holding it alone..."
The elderly voice was filled with helplessness and fatigue.
"Still the sa question, Demon, is your demonic power strong enough? If you’ve co here specifically, you should understand what kind of demon sword this is. Do you think you can suppress it?"
"Hmm, that’s hard to say. I think it depends on the situation..."
Gu Mo pondered for a mont and shook his head; practice is the only criterion for testing truth. He couldn’t make a conclusive statent just like that. Judging by his current demonic power, he’s probably slightly stronger than Ergou, but not by much; however, he held two trump cards in his hand that weren’t inferior to Cloudy Fang.
Yet their side effects are equally noticeable...
Probably not smaller than the side effects of this demon sword that wants to slaughter the living and turn everything in the world to ashes...
"Who’s there!!"
A sudden loud shout was heard, and the storeroom door was suddenly opened.
The beam of a flashlight shone straight in, and a sowhat gaunt old man pulled open the door, nervously grabbing the broom next to him and staring intently inside the storeroom.
He was getting up at night to go to the toilet when he heard voices coming from the storeroom and imdiately concluded that a thief had broken into the house. But now he was frozen. He saw a young man inside, with no guilty conscience of a thief, sitting boldly amidst the clutter, conversing with a sword.
"You, you..." The old man felt his brain couldn’t quite process this.
Is this a thief? Or a lunatic, soone with a ntal problem?
"Ah hahaha, sorry, sorry, was our conversation too loud?" The young man awkwardly scratched his cheek, turned his face to look, and proactively apologized, "I’m really sorry, we didn’t notice the ti. We didn’t realize it was already so late..."
"As long as you know..."
He seed to have so self-awareness and was relatively easygoing. Grandpa Himura let out a long breath, his stern expression slightly relaxing, but he still kept a stern face, staring into the young man’s dark eyes, lecturing him seriously with a strict tone.
"You didn’t even check the ti. We all need to get so sleep!"
"Rember to keep your voice down!"
"Stop making noise next ti!"
After a round of reprimand, the young man’s head lowered, and the old man finally felt satisfied. He put down the broom, reminded them again to keep their voices down, and then closed the storeroom door before leisurely returning to his room.
"Alright, where were we in our conversation?"
Watching as the door closed, Gu Mo leisurely retracted his gaze, still sitting boldly in the Himura family’s storeroom, speaking to the wooden scabbard in front of him.
"..."
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