From Vise's tone, Aibo knew he was caught between the two sides again.
He sighed, shook his head, and sat down without another word, treating both sides as though they did not exist.
Vise sat down too, folded her arms, and turned her head away from him. The expression on her face told the three of them, more clearly than the morning sun, that she was angry with him.
"Oh, heavens. Children this young already know how to bicker?" Kanni teased with a frown.
Neither of them paid him any attention, as though his words were nothing but air.
Zeng Mu placed a hand on his shoulder, turned him around, and pushed his back. The tremendous force sent him stumbling several steps forward. Only then did Zeng Mu speak. "You're Aibo, and you're Vise, right? Hello. The three of us are traveling merchants, and we urgently need a Spirit-Possessed Purple Fly for a customer. If you've seen any sign of one over the past two days, could you tell us?" As he spoke, he reached into his pocket. In a fleeting, concealed flash of green light, a money pouch appeared inside the previously empty pocket and dropped into his palm. Zeng Mu took it out and gently set it in the gap between their stalls.
At the clear clinking from the pouch, Aibo slowly raised his head and looked the young man before him over again. Then he said in a worldly tone, "Sir, if you ask me, you're no traveling merchants. Don't treat us like three-year-olds."
With that, he lowered his head again and folded his arms, looking like an old man.
Ma Linya and Zeng Mu exchanged a glance. Then one took out a larger money pouch, while the other produced a handful of sweets, setting them on