And now, Song Shuhang—who might well be Mr. Wu's "romantic rival"—was about to arrive at the reservoir where they were stationed.
What should they do?
If they deliberately turned a blind eye to Song Shuhang's arrival and Mr. Wu found out later, he might lose his temper, punish them, or even fire them. After all, their boss's romantic rival was coming. They had to make some sort of gesture to preserve their boss's fragile dignity.
But they would feel bad about attacking Song Shuhang. They were kind Sea Demons, after all.
This was enough to worry a Sea Demon to death.
After a moment, the three Sea Demons decided to contact Mr. Wu and ask for their boss's opinion.
This was not something they should have to worry about.
The call connected, and an adorable voice answered, sounding like a child's. "Black Three? What do you need? Are the things we're buying out of stock again?"
The things Boss Wu wanted were always cutting-edge even by human standards, so they were often out of stock.
"No, Mr. Wu." The squid Sea Demon using Form Mimicry cleared his throat. "Here's what happened. On his way back from making purchases, Wang Ping met a human cultivator and is about to bring him to our temporary base."
"Oh? Is there a problem?" Mr. Wu asked, puzzled. They often traded with human cultivators. Bringing one over was hardly a big deal, was it?
"That human cultivator's identity is a bit... you know," the squid Sea Demon said.
"What identity? Say it all in one breath. Stop talking in fits and starts. Are you so constipated you can't squeeze the words out?" Mr. Wu said.
"Ahem. That human cultivator's surname is Song. His given name is Shuhang. You know... Lady Yu Jiaojiao's human friend," the