“You’re pretty good with that sword.” The boy gripped his weapon harder, and although he was still panting, he instantly stood at attention again. “Y-yes, sir.” “I wasn’t giving you orders, so why are you saying ‘yes, sir’?” Xie Lian asked. “When I ordered you to run, why didn’t you say ‘yes, sir’ then?” “Yes, sir!” that boy answered, but he realized that his response was strange and stood even stiffer. Xie Lian shook his head, pondered briefly, and suddenly his lips curled up. “But you’d be better suited to a saber.”
the fact that hua cheng took this so heavily to heart and created eming to be a saber
