"Hehehe, so, bro, how's the pressure?" The Sword Spirit kneaded Zhang Menglong's shoulders while grinning cheekily.
"Not bad, not bad, a little harder!" Zhang Menglong enjoyed this emperor-level treatment without the slightest politeness. "Didn't you say I have to defeat you to become the master of Sword God Manor? We're not even close to that yet."
"Bro, you've already reached the highest realm of swordsmanship, what's the point of me competing with you? I'd definitely lose, totally unnecessary," the Sword Spirit said. "From today on, the mission of glorifying Sword God Manor is handed over to you."
"Huh? There's a mission attached?" Zhang Menglong immediately shook his head. He hated trouble the most, especially this kind of bullshit mission; just thinking about it annoyed him. "Then go find someone else, I'm out. I can't be bothered to carry that kind of mission. Go dump it on whoever you want."
