"Little Grass, I have already taken human form."
"It's not the first time I've transformed. I know to wear clothes, so you don't have to turn your back."
Xuan Shuang was somewhat speechless. Is this Demon Stone a chatterbox? It's fine when it's silent, but once it starts talking, it never stops. Can it talk about anything for half a day? Maybe it's lonely being a stone, with no one to talk to?
Xuan Shuang wasn't aware that she had guessed correctly.
Mo Yuhuai came into existence as a Chaotic Spirit Stone and was viewed by others only as refining materials. Nobody bothered to chat with him. Before the Heavenly Realm rose, he was schemed against and fled into the Demon Abyss, buried underground for countless years. It wouldn't have mattered if he had no consciousness, but he did, yet he dared not speak easily, fearing he'd be melted down as materials.
