"No matter what, tomorrow is a big battle for me.
But before the battle, I was thinking about sharpening my spear.
It really matches the old saying, 'Sharpening the spear at the last minute may not make it faster but brighter.'
Haha, my spear is almost rusty."
Hearing what Lin Yi said, the young Emperor glared at him:
"What a smooth talker. I oil and maintain your spear every day, how could it not be fast?
Or do you find my maintenance techniques unsatisfactory?
Otherwise, how about I find a few people specifically to maintain it for you?"
After the young Emperor said this, an excited voice popped up in her mind.
"Hehe, that sounds great. The more, the merrier.
My martial arts have improved significantly, I might even take on a hundred enemies at once!"
These words came from Lin Yi's heart at that very moment.
Hearing this inner voice, the young Emperor was so infuriated that she almost kicked him out.
