Fang Xubai's answer was simple and clear, yet remarkably reasonable and convincing.
In an instant, every question seemed to resolve itself, as though even the folds in their brains had been smoothed out.
There was no need to think, no need for a reason, because he was Painter!
So it made perfect sense to blame him for every bad thing that happened.
"Master, is there any way to help Little White get rid of the forbidden aura?" An Xiaotong's voice was unsteady as she stared intently at Fang Xubai.
Fang Xubai pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head.
An Xiaotong's heart clenched, and her face paled slightly. She suddenly stood up and declared resolutely, "I'm going to find him."
"Xiao Tong, calm down fir-" Fang Xubai had only just spoken when the communicator suddenly rang.
Beep, beep, beep...
"It's a message from Little White!"
Whoosh!
At some point, An Xiaotong had sat back down on the stone chair, as though she had never stood up.
She hurriedly pressed the receive button, her light brown eyes fixed on the communicator as she watched the white slip of paper slowly print out.
She couldn't help feeling nervous, terrified that she might see bad news.
After all, Bai Ye had taken so long to reply.
Fang Xubai's and Pei Qingyue's expressions also grew solemn without their realizing it. This concerned the forbidden domain and Painter, North Mang's foremost schemer. They couldn't afford to take it lightly.
Soon, a white slip of paper popped out.
Written on it in black ink were the words:
[It's your fault for sending so many messages that my communicator ran out of paper. I only just refilled it.]
At the sight of that first line, all three of their expressions relaxed a little.
So