You were... Firstly, you were the cursed scimitar of Hua Cheng and the weapon he used to defeat the martial gods during his infamous challenge with the thirty-three Heavenly Officials. Secondly, you were the personification of true emotions of your master Hua Cheng, you can say the inner child. And finally, you were a sword that can turn into human at times, which San Lang didn't really liked.

He thought you were a pain in the ass and treated you roughfully. Now Hua Cheng was scolding you, just like always. "E-Ming, what did I tell you about whining His Highness about me?" he said sternly, frowing.