Sunlight slanted down, casting a long shadow from the thick and lengthy halberd shaft. The pole-like shadow fell right across Changmingsuo's panic-stricken face.
"Little minx, daring to pull those amateur little tricks on our Master, I think you're itching to taste my big tyrant halberd."
(Those with dirty minds or who misread can go to the comments section to repent.)
Chapter 81