Huo Lingxue felt it prodding, nudging, smearing, grinding—this barbarian was practically trying to shove an entire spirit sword into a storage ring meant for a coin!
"Holy Heavens! W-What do you think you're doing!?" she shrieked, feeling the beast constantly bumping and sliding around like a blind man looking for a door handle in the dark.
"Oh, I thought you were having trouble making a decision, so I figured we could have a closer, soul-to-soul conversation."
Huo Lingxue's soul almost left her body right then and there.
What the fuck?!
She thought this man was noble! A warrior! A righteous cultivator standing above worldly desires!
Yet here he was—glaring at her delicate flower like a starving wolf eyeing a piece of premium-grade spirit meat, his expression screaming, "I'm about to devour this delicacy whole!"
