As Bai Ye listened to the familiar voice coming through the communicator, his brows furrowed slightly.
It was still the same voice, as respectful as ever, yet he could not shake the feeling that something was wrong.
"Wu De, who authorized the Apocalypse News Agency to use the name White Dragon in its report? Did anyone ask me?"
The voice on the other end of the communicator grew noticeably fearful.
"White Lord, I knew nothing about this! The news agency must have acted on its own. If you're unhappy with the name White Dragon, I'll have someone change it immediately."
"Wu De, it seems you've been slacking lately," Bai Ye said mildly.
Wu De grew even more frightened. "Forgive me, White Lord. I've been occupied with the Pseudo-Humans lately, and I did neglect my duties. Please punish me."
Bai Ye remained silent for a long time.
So long that the only sound coming through the communicator was Wu De's tense, rapid breathing.
Bai Ye spoke calmly, his voice dropping low. "The old you wouldn't have shirked responsibility."
The breathing on the other end stopped abruptly!
He continued at an unhurried pace. "The old you would have taken responsibility for every mistake instead of rushing to defend yourself.
"Because the implication behind defending yourself is... that you're questioning me, or even contradicting me.
"In your heart, I should always be right, even if I really have blamed you unfairly."
"No, White Lord! I wasn't..."
Bai Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold smile curling his lips.
"See? You're rushing again."
Wu De fell silent. At that point, speaking was wrong, but staying silent was wrong too.
Bai Ye's voice sounded low and calm in his ears through the communicator.
"Wu De, I'm curious. What made you disrespect me like this?"
Thud!!