He is a Sword Spirit; if he is severely injured, he can at most sleep within the Jiming Sword, but she is a mortal with a physical body and must not be harmed.
Xingyu looked like an orange cat that had just had its tail stepped on. Her frost-dusted lashes fluttered rapidly in the moonlight, and she bit her lip with a hint of nervousness, her face full of irritation. "You and I have never gotten along; wouldn't our deaths be perfect for you? I advise you to stop meddling."
In truth, Xingyu felt sick just looking at him.
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