"Although my senior sister gave me a bunch of props, I really can't figure out how to use them."
"Sword Master, do you think I'm... really that bad?"
Cang Liuyu looked at her with her eyebrows and eyes drooping.
She pursed her lips and looked away.
"Take it out, let me take a look."
Shen Zhiyi: "Huh?"
Cang Liuyu: "Didn't you say there would be a lot of props?"
"Choose one that suits you, practice more, and you'll eventually master it."
He turned his back, his grip on the sword hilt tightening.
He stared at her intently.
"You're not that bad."
There's no need to belittle yourself.
Shen Zhiyi became happy.
She pulled out her storage bag, a sweet smile spreading across her lips, and reached inside, taking things out one by one.
"Then, Sword Master, please take a look at this for me."
“Take a look at these things, and see which one is suitable for making a ritual implement.”
Cang Liuyu stared at her crescent-shaped eyes, his sharp features softening.
He shifted his gaze to the object on the ground.
Pupils suddenly contracted!
What are all these things?!
Whips, red ropes, bells, small medicine bottles... and a bunch of random books.
His expression cracked for a moment.
Shen Zhiyi was completely unaware and introduced everything in a serious manner.
“Here, this is a small leather whip that everyone in our Hehuan Sect has.” She held up a short black whip with a bunch of tassels at the end.
"This should be the most suitable thing for making magic tools, but I'm not good at it."
"Moreover, my senior sister said that this doesn't hurt when you hit someone."
She looked at him with clear eyes, "Sword Master, would you like to give it a try?"
She shook the short whip.
Can I slap you?
"Can you check for me and see if it really doesn't hurt?"
Cang Liuyu's expression froze, his eyes filled with disbelief: "...What do you think?"
"That means it's okay?!" Shen Zhiyi exclaimed excitedly.
Cang Liuyu: ...
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