"It doesn't look nice. It's ugly."
Little Whale's tail drooped. "I even went out of my way to pick a nicer-looking one."
Ye Buyu said bluntly, "It doesn't look nice. It's ugly."
Little Whale: "Whimper..."
Ye Buyu rolled her eyes. What was with that pathetic whimpering act? Wasn't it just trying to distract her so she wouldn't probe any deeper?
She was in a good mood today and didn't want to waste time pressing Little Whale for a reason. She wouldn't get an answer anyway. Some things were better left for her to investigate herself later.
She lay limply on the chair formed from soul power. A cool, comfortable sensation seeped through her skin, massaging and cleansing every cell.
No wonder Little Whale liked curling up on the sofa. It really was comfortable.
Little Whale swam over and poked her shoulder. "How does it feel to be worshipped, Scholar Ye?"
"What worship? Saying mysticism lies at the end of science just means scholars have run out of ideas. Sigh, I wonder what my teammates are doing."
It had only been a week, and she was already starting to miss her teammates.
The battleship sailed high above the Present World. Ten thousand meters below, on the New Rome Continent, Wan Lan put away her bow and arrows after finishing her lesson.
She looked at the students sprawled all over the ground, a faint sneer appearing at the corner of her mouth.
Although there was no mockery in it, it was enough to make the students on the ground grit their teeth, pound the ground, and curse furiously.
"If you have time to pound the ground, you might as well spend it absorbing what you've learned. Impotent rage is the stupidest possible response."
Wan Lan unleashed her venomous tongue to its fullest,