"You have the knack of seeing the essence beneath the surface. You must've spent time in the same furnace as Sun Wukong."
Watching her expectant expression, Ben Yu rested one hand against his forehead. With the other, he mimicked the thumbs-up Yuan Ling had just given him, then gave her one of his own and praised her.
"What does that mean?"
"Your skills are as refined as a blazing furnace."
That was quite an artistic compliment...
Yuan Ling was left awkwardly speechless, unsure how to respond.
Then she had a sudden inspiration. With a playful smile, she copied Ben Yu from a moment ago and silently pressed his thumb back down.
Uh...
What was Ben Yu doing, blowing colorful bubbles or something?
Annoyed, Zheng Wuyou rolled her eyes. As Yuan Ling withdrew her hand, she gave the back of Ben Yu's hand a sharp slap just as he was about to pull it back, then said to Yuan Ling as if nothing had happened:
"Got it. If they have all five senses, then we're the little black wolves. But what they've lost is their sense of touch, which is more crucial..."
It was the first time they'd encountered a dream where the initiative was on their side.
Zheng Wuyou had never imagined that what they'd experienced in the forest would accidentally give them an advantage. "Riding a horse, holding an object—both are closely tied to the sense of touch."
Yuan Ling snapped her fingers beside Zheng Wuyou's ear and said with certainty, "That's it! I have another wild idea... What do you think? Could that creator—the Kid Brother—have also given himself a form among the White People?"
The thought had never occurred to Zheng Wuyou, and it left her stunned.
And Yuan Ling had said she was out of ideas!