"It's actually him?!"
Xiaobai's eyes widened as she stared at Qin Yang on the bed, her face a mask of disbelief.
A torrential Spiritual Power spread throughout the room, seeping into and filling the space like water. It was as if everything was within Qin Yang's perception.
'Such strong Spiritual Power!'
'Oh no, he didn't hear all that trash I was just talking, did he?!'
Xiaobai's delicate body trembled. Her tail shot up behind her as if electrocuted, and she subconsciously took two steps back.
'This human... is terrifying!'
'His strength is one thing, but to think he has such powerful Spiritual Power, too?!'
'How am I ever going to escape?'
'Sigh, am I, your grand-aunt, going to be trapped in this human's hands... for the rest of my life...?'
Xiaobai sighed softly. Her beast ears drooped, her mood utterly dejected. She obediently picked up the broom and resumed sweeping.
