Give Me Some Face
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The trembling Red-robed, the trembling Storyteller, the motionless Xu Xiaoshou... Elder Sang.
No one spoke.
It was very depressing.
And awkward.
"In awe, passive points + 18."
"Awaiting, passive points, + 12."
"Watched, passive points + 19."
"..."
Xu Xiaoshou knew that everyone was waiting for him.
However, he only took a look at the information bar that kept spamming and did not pay much attention to it.
"Sword cognition..."
He used his inner vision to look into his body.
The demonic sword qi of the Fourth Sword of did not instil too much power into sword cognition.
Or, it could be said that it had already noticed that the current sword cognition was too weak.
It was like a delicate sprout that dared to be born. Pushing it too far would only harm it in the end.