“Can I come in?”
“Of course!”
Wang Jixuan stepped aside and opened the door to the private chamber.
The moment he did, Peony transformed the projection screen into a karaoke scene.
The spirit of the Fusang Divine Tree, Xiao Sang, entered with a hint of dejection, head bowed, and silently took a seat in the corner.
Xiao Huating blinked, scooted over and whispered, “What’s wrong?”
“They’re back again!”
Xiao Sang said in a low voice, “They summoned me, demanded I respond and open this little world so they could come inside.”
“The tone was like ordering a servant around.”
“I’m not their slave. Did they ever help my cultivation? When I was struck down by the Purple Dawn Divine Thunder sent from the Heavenly Dao last time, they didn’t even show up.”
Xiao Huating sighed. “You lost your temper earlier, that drew a lot of experts here.”
Xiao Sang snapped back angrily, “Then I’ll just bury them all and turn them into fertilizer!”
“You that strong?”
“Eh… not really. Mostly I’ve lived a very long time, so I still have some spirit power.”
Xiao Sang casually linked her arm through Xiao Huating’s, tilted her head and rested on her shoulder, eyes full of sorrow.
She gave off a pessimistic air.
At times she seemed a little slow-witted in a cute way; at other times she was obedient and charming.
Yes—she had an ingenuousness like an arborescent plant.