"What did you say?"
After hearing Mint's explanation, Fang Mo's mind failed to process it for a moment. "...That Elder Cao Pi from the Thousand Refinements Ten Thousand Flowers Sect is outside the sect?"
"Yes."
Mint nodded calmly.
"Are you sure?"
Fang Mo scratched his head in surprise. "Didn't Mei Po say her master used raw rice to refine pills, then the pill furnace suddenly exploded and blew him to death?"
"You believed what that stupid pink thing said?"
Mint glanced up at Fang Mo, her tone seemingly calm. "...Then how are you any different from her master?"
"Mm, fair enough."
Fang Mo recalled Mei Po's previous ridiculous antics—lighting a fire beneath a pill furnace, using it to pop popcorn, then running around with a head full of elm seedlings while insisting she was a Ten Thousand Year Cold Plum that had gained sentience. "Could she just be a lump of elm wood that gained sentience?"
"I don't know."
Mint shook her head. "I asked her before, but sometimes she can't even make herself understood..."
"Fine."
Fang Mo rubbed his temple helplessly.
"The two little ones you mentioned earlier should be those two, right?"
While Fang Mo was thinking, Mint noticed the two little girls behind Little Wolf-chan. She then looked at Fang Mo as though she were looking at a pervert.
To be honest, Hundred Nights Demon Venerable had already been very serious in how he treated Fang Mo.
Take these two little girls, for instance.
From Hundred Nights Demon Venerable's perspective, living people might merely have been offerings meant to please Fang Mo. Yet even as offerings, they were unlike the ordinary young boys and girls from common families in Journey to the West.
These two little ones seemed to be twins, and they even possessed Spiritual Roots