the scimitar started shaking all of a sudden from where it hung at Hua Cheng’s waist. He reprimanded it, “No.” “‘No,’ what?” Xie Lian asked. “No,” Hua Cheng reiterated. Eming shook again, looking desperate to jump out of its scabbard. Xie Lian asked curiously, “Are you telling it ‘no’?” “Yes,” Hua Cheng deadpanned. “It wants you to pet it, but I’m telling it no.”
