Call It and See If It Answers

Wu De was dumbfounded.

Fahai was dumbfounded too.

Wang Tie Zhu's mouth fell open. Once he came to his senses, he secretly gave Little Sable a thumbs-up.

"You... that's mine, mine!"

The instant Wu De recovered, he began hopping madly—but he had forgotten he was in the water. He opened his mouth too wide and broke through his true essence barrier, nearly choking on water.

He looked exactly like a boy whose beloved toy had been snatched away.

Little Sable tilted its round little head and eyed Wu De. A trace of mockery rose in its pupils, then it turned its gaze toward Wang Tie Zhu and lifted its chin.

Its body language said only three words: Take care of him.

Wang Tie Zhu understood at once. He gave a light cough, stepped beside Little Sable, and said with a smile, "Well... Daoist Wu, your name isn't written on the pearl, so strictly speaking, it can't be considered yours."

"This belongs to our Daoist sect! How is it not mine?!" Wu De retorted.

"Then... can you represent the Daoist sect?" Wang Tie Zhu blinked.

"I..." Wu De was momentarily speechless. At that moment, Fahai took over. "There are only four of us here. Wu De is the only one from the Daoist sect, so of course he can represent it. A gentleman does not take what another loves. What you're doing is immoral."

"A gentleman?"

Wang Tie Zhu rubbed his chin and shook his head. "Little Sable and I are demons. There's no such thing as gentlemen for us."

"The Dust-Whipping Pearl belongs to the Daoist sect. That makes it mine." Wu De's words were decisive, his tone firm.

"No. The Dust-Whipping Pearl may indeed have belonged to the Daoist sect before, but this place has been abandoned for who