The air had already been silent enough. After the Wood Spirit's squeak, it became even more stagnant.
Angel truly could not keep a straight face any longer. After struggling with it for a while, he finally said, "How about this? Wise Sovereign, you ask it, and it answers. I'll corroborate from the side. That would seem more convincing."
Wise Sovereign glanced at the Wood Spirit, which continued to play dead, and sighed softly in his heart. "No need. You should answer."
He knew the Wood Spirit too well. There was no way it could speak a complete sentence in front of so many people.
Wise Sovereign had already been very surprised that Angel had managed to make the Wood Spirit let out a "squeak." Anything more was practically impossible.
After a pause, Wise Sovereign added, "The 'him' you just told the Wood Spirit it would get to see—who was that?"
From what Angel had said to the Wood Spirit, Wise Sovereign had already caught the key point. Perhaps the Wood Spirit had been willing to leave with Angel because Angel had made it a promise. And within that promise stood one crucial person: him.
Who was this him? Why did the Wood Spirit want to see him? It had even willingly left the safest comfort zone it knew, all for the sake of seeing him.
"About 'him'..." Angel did not answer immediately, instead bringing up another matter. "Wise Sovereign, do you remember a question I asked before? What was the Wood Spirit's original body?"
Wise Sovereign said, "I remember."
His answer at the time had been: he did not know. The Wood Spirit had never mentioned its original body, and due to various external factors, coupled with the Wood Spirit's personality, Wise Sovereign had ultimately never asked. He had only