"May I come in?"
"Of course!"
Wang Jixuan sidestepped to open the door of the private room, and Mu Dan instantly turned the projection screen into a karaoke image.
Little Sang, the Fusang Divine Wood Spirit, walked in with a hint of dejection, quietly settling into a corner.
Xiao Huating blinked, leaned over, and whispered, "What's wrong?"
"Those guys are back again!"
Little Sang said quietly:
"They're asking me to respond to their summons to open this small world so they can come in.
"Their tone is just like ordering a servant.
"I'm not their slave; have they helped me grow in any way? The last time I was struck dead by the Purple Sky Divine Thunder descended by the Heavenly Dao, they hadn't even shown up yet."
Xiao Huating sighed, "You just lost your temper, and now many experts have gathered."
Little Sang snarled fiercely, "Then I'll bury them all as fertilizer!"
"Are you that strong?"
