The Green Snake Won’t Be Caged

“Miss Sword Saint, a snake has no limbs, so that day I had no choice but to use my body to apply medicine to your wound. I had absolutely no improper intentions!” The green-haired girl crossed her arms in front of her chest, defensively protesting with righteous indignation.

“Are you done?” The cold and elegant Sword Saint raised an eyebrow and tossed a silver chain used for binding snakes at the girl’s face. “If you’re done, let’s go. It’s time to return.”

“Oh…”