"Stupid bird!"
Wuli called out to Shangyang. Shangyang turned to look at him, confusion filling its eyes.
What's with this stupid bird? Has it not noticed how tense things are? Shangyang's behavior made Wuli's blood boil.
Wuli's Justice Coat was covered in dust, and he looked rather worse for wear. Several Marines had also been badly hurt and were watching Absalom warily.
"Stupid bird, he's yours!" Wuli pointed at Absalom. "That's your task. Make it quick."
"Can I sit this one out?"
Wuli froze. Shangyang seemed to squirm as it said, "Lord Sword Master, you can handle him. I'm not in the mood to fight right now. Once I am, I'll take care of him. Don't worry."
What the hell? Not in the mood?
"So my words mean nothing now, is that it? Who's the Sword Master here, you or me?"
Wuli wanted to curse. Ever since the stupid bird had won once, its ego had soared clear into space. Now it was so haughty he could barely give it an order.
Putting on a wounded look, Shangyang said, "We're companions. How can you rank one above the other? That hurts our bond."
Wuli's face darkened. This creature could come up with a grand principle for anything if it meant getting out of work. It knew more of them than he did, and just thinking about it made him angry.
"You stupid bird! Do you want food or not?!"
Shangyang stared at him in disbelief, as though it had never imagined Wuli would say such a thing. Then it looked aggrieved, making Jewelry Bonney roll her eyes.
Wuli didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If there were an Oscar for Divine Beasts, this stupid bird would win it.
But Wuli wasn't buying the act. "And that's not all. I'll