"Can I come in?"
"Of course!"
Wang Jixuan stepped aside and opened the private room door. Peony instantly switched the Projection Screen to a karaoke video.
The Spirit of the Fusang Divine Wood, Xiao Sang, entered with a hint of dejection, head lowered, then silently sat in a corner.
Little Hua Ting blinked and leaned closer, asking softly, "What happened?"
"Those people came back again!"
Xiao Sang said in a low voice:
"They told me to answer their summons and open this Small World so they could come in.
"They spoke as if they were ordering a servant around.
"I'm not their slave. Have they ever helped me grow in any way? When the Heavenly Dao struck me dead with Purple Lightning last time, they hadn't even appeared yet."
Little Hua Ting sighed. "You lost your temper just now, and now lots of powerful people have gathered outside."
Xiao Sang shouted fiercely, "Then I'll bury them all and use them as fertilizer!"
"You're that strong?"
"Uh... not really. It's mainly because I've lived for a very long time, so I still have some spiritual power."
Xiao Sang naturally linked her arm through Little Hua Ting's, tilted her head against her shoulder, and filled her eyes with sorrow.
She seemed to lean toward pessimism in every respect.
At times, she gave off a strangely beautiful air of someone not quite bright; at others, she looked obedient and adorable.
Well, it would be more accurate to say she possessed the innocence of a tree.
Wang Jixuan decided to do something.
"Fellow Daoist Xiao Sang, what level is your actual strength at?"
"I don't know," Xiao Sang explained listlessly. "I only have spiritual power and a few divine abilities. Most of my spiritual power is stored inside the Divine Wood itself, and this