After practicing the ruthless way, the elder brother regretted it deeply

In the end, Wu Nian was afraid that the man and the beast still had some grudges against each other, so he decided to let them play together with the baby's favorite ball.

Yan Qing agreed. As for the little baby, it hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded in agreement.

Yan Qing took the ball from the little baby and weighed it in her hand. This time she controlled the strength.

"Swoosh--" the ball flew out. The little baby's attention was all on the ball at this moment. He didn't care whether he would be hurt again by the ball thrown by Yan Qing.

Obviously, Yan Qing's strength was much gentler this time, but the little baby still took a few steps back after catching the ball.

"Yan Qing, I think you have some grudge against the little baby?" Wu Nian moved slowly behind Yan Qing and asked quietly.

"Ah? No! Why do you say that?" Yan Qing was very puzzled. She didn't know how Wu Nian could tell that she had a grudge against the little baby. She and the little baby had only known each other for a short time, so where did the hatred come from?

Before Yan Qing could figure it out, the little baby came back limping with the ball in his mouth.

"What's going on?" Yan Qing's eyes widened as he looked at the little baby's awkward walking posture.

The little baby put the ball in his mouth on the ground and transformed into a human form. As soon as he transformed into a human form, he began to curse: "Miss Yan, if you don't want to play with me, then don't play. Why do this?"

As it spoke, it moved to Wu Nian's side and tugged at the corner of Wu Nian's clothes. Wu Nian gave it a light kick and said, "Change back!"

"Oh." Although the little baby was not very willing, he still listened to Wu Nian's words obediently and changed back to his original form.

Yan Qing looked at the ground with a guilty look on his face. "I'm sorry, little darling! Maybe my cultivation has increased a bit recently, so I can't control my strength."

The little baby ignored Yan Qing and continued to scratch at his own claws. Yan Qing waited for a long time but there was no reaction from the little baby. She looked up at the little baby, but saw no reaction. Then she looked at Wu Nian.

Wu Nian looked at her helplessly and mouthed something to her: "It's okay, it will be fine in a while, it's normal."

After getting Wu Nian's answer, Yan Qing felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Nian held Yan Qing's shoulder and said, "Yan Qing, I want to see what your opportunity looks like."

After so many days, someone finally remembered to see what kind of opportunity Yan Qing had obtained. It wasn't that no one in the Minglin Sect cared about him, but they were more concerned about whether their own disciples were happy or not.

This environment is very relaxed, but surprisingly, there is basically no loser in Minglin Sect. Everyone is hardworking and diligent. Even those with poor spiritual roots can achieve their own achievements through hard work.

Yan Qing glanced at the little baby still lying on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to take Wu Nian to see his Han Ling Sword.

The little baby watched Yan Qing and Wu Nian leave without leaving anyone behind. After being angry for a while, he started playing with his beloved ball by himself.

"Wu Nian, are you sure the baby will be okay?" Yan Qing was still a little unsure.

Wu Nian didn't care. "My little darling and I have been together for so many years, don't I know him well? Believe me, he will be fine after a while. Anger comes and goes quickly."

"Oh my! Stop talking and take me to see your chance!"

Seeing Wu Nian so anxious and determined, Yan Qing didn't know what to say, so he flipped his hand and summoned his natal sword.

As soon as she came out, Wu Nian's eyes lit up. She leaned close to Han Lingjian and asked curiously, "Can I touch your sword?"

"can."

Almost as soon as Yan Qing finished speaking, Wu Nian's hand touched the Han Ling Sword. The icy touch hit his heart directly, making Wu Nian feel cold for a moment. The biting cold seemed to freeze Wu Nian's bones.

Her body trembled for a moment, and then the coldness subsided, and it was as if the feeling of death just now was just Wu Nian's illusion.

"This sword..." Wu Nian paused, staring at Han Lingjian for a while. Just when Yan Qing thought she wouldn't say anything else, she spoke, "It's really beautiful!"

"Um... so you only managed to squeeze out these few words after such a long pause?"

"Oh my! Look at this sword, it's crystal clear! If I hadn't held it in your hand, I would have thought it was just carved out of ice by a craftsman!"

These words seemed to cause dissatisfaction in Han Lingjian. He shook the sword violently, as if to refute Wu Nian's words.

The result was that he was slapped in the face by Yan Qing, and then he stayed obediently in Yan Qing's hand, motionless, and very cowardly.

"Oh my! There's a sword spirit! It's so powerful, but it has a bad temper." Wu Nian curled his lips, but his eyes couldn't hide the joy of seeing the sword with a sword spirit.

Swords with sword spirits are rare. She has only seen a few in her life.

Yan Qing certainly knew how precious a sword with a sword spirit was, but she still couldn't forget how she almost became Han Lingjian's servant. At that time, she had no intention of signing a master-servant contract with Han Lingjian, but Han Lingjian actually wanted to become her master, which Yan Qing couldn't tolerate.