"If you have any doubts, you can go down and see for yourself. Ask them."
"I believe that as long as you reveal your identity as one of God's Chosen Ones, those Palu slaves will be more than willing to answer your questions."
"I will." Xu Xiao replied softly, her tone devoid of either joy or sorrow.
Before Smir the foxman could say anything else, the woman dropped from the sky and descended below.
At the same time, her faintly warning words drifted back:
"You go handle your own business. There's no need to follow me."
"If I need anything, I'll contact your master myself."
"Uh... as you command." Smir the foxman's expression stiffened for a moment before he bowed his head toward Xu Xiao's departing figure.
Only after the woman vanished from sight did he raise his head with a solemn expression and open his Data Panel.
After truthfully reporting everything that had happened to Shi Aotian, Smir the foxman waited for a while longer.
It was not until he received Shi Aotian's reply—"Let her do as she pleases"—that he breathed a slight sigh of relief and muttered in a voice only he could hear:
"What the hell is Lord Aotian thinking, letting Xu Xiao do whatever she wants like this... Could it really be as Lord Bashi said, that he no longer cares about the century-long foundation of the Palu Star Belt?"
"Sigh, forget it, forget it. The schemes of important people aren't something an ordinary man like me can fathom."
"Anyway, there's nothing else to do. I might as well head home early and enjoy a warm bed with my wife and child..."
At that thought, a lecherous smile suddenly curled across Smir the foxman's lips.
No need to say too much, no need to chatter on.