"A brush... hurling insults?"
Su Mo failed to take it in at first, his eyes blank with confusion.
Wu Pangzi nodded solemnly. "A brush, hurling insults."
"And filthy ones at that. Compared to its insults, mine are like a minor witch before a great sorcerer."
A scene suddenly surfaced in Su Mo's mind: an exceedingly bizarre brush conjuring hands and feet, standing in midair, pointing at a crowd of young Heavenly Prodigies and unleashing a torrent of abuse, cursing everyone from their ancestors to their descendants yet to be born...
But Su Mo had never seen such a bizarre brush hurling insults.
After a moment's thought, Su Mo asked, "What does that have to do with you?"
Even recalling it left Wu Pangzi looking thoroughly disgruntled.
"That brush seemed able to see through people's hearts. Whatever someone found hardest to face, that was what it cursed them about."
"Most importantly, every time it finished insulting someone, it always added one final line..."
"...It's been so long since I've cursed anyone out like this. That felt great. Thanks to Wu Pangzi for letting your grandpa out."
The corner of Su Mo's mouth twitched as he looked at Wu Pangzi with sympathy all over his face.
That brush really was wicked. Every person it insulted meant one more person who hated Wu Pangzi.
No wonder Wu Pangzi had said he could not leave for the time being.
So everyone else was looking for him, wishing they could swallow him alive and flay him!
But...
"They all stayed just to take their anger out on you?" Su Mo asked with a frown.
Wu Pangzi shook his head. "Of course not."
"That brush is extremely strange. It has the Power of Mind Reading and seems able to see through people's hearts."
"So everyone who