Wuli was so absorbed in the system's rewards that he failed to notice a petite figure approaching.
At the doorway, a one-legged bird poked its head in and called out telepathically, "Lord Sword Master!"
Wuli seemed not to hear him at all. Shangyang grew anxious.
"Lord Sword Master!!"
Wuli was happily counting the contents of his gift packs and automatically tuned out Shangyang's telepathic calls.
"Wuli!!!"
"Little Wu! Little Li!"
Shangyang saw that terrifying, violent pink-haired girl reach Wuli. Growing frantic, he circled in the air like an ant on a hot pan.
He wanted to fly over and warn Wuli, but he was afraid that insatiable little tyrant would catch him and make soup out of him.
Hmph. Wuli always lets me down when it matters. Don't blame this Divine Beast for not warning you. I've done all I can, and whatever happens next has nothing to do with me. Of all the people you could have provoked, you picked her.
Shangyang was thinking this when his eyes froze. The terrifying girl had thrown a punch.
"Wuli, you sword-loving jerk!!"
Hm? Wuli seemed to have heard something and began to turn. Shangyang realized what he had just called him. He even forgot to flap his wings and dropped straight out of the air, repeating to himself:
He didn't hear it. He didn't hear it. He definitely didn't hear it. I called him so many times without a response. There's no way he happened to hear me call him a sword-loving jerk at the end.
Right, right. That's it. Besides, this Divine Beast only said it offhand. It does have a nice ring to it. Shangyang covered his beak with a wing and snickered.
*Wait. How many times have I said it now? This Divine Beast has called Wuli a