Such a polite young man, the sword murmurs in approval. 'Lady' Xiu Ya will do just fine.

"Wait, you mean it actually worked?" Shen Yuan's own mouth drops open, before he leans closer, demanding, "What's she saying?"

Ah! Xiu Ya proclaims her dismay. So uncouth! Gentle necromancer, this venerable one begs you: since I cannot do it myself, kindly remind my servant that this is no way for a cultivator to behave.