Little White felt rather sorry for the gourd. If what it said was indeed true, then it had simply been wronged. But who could tell what its real purpose in coming here was?
Whatever the case, Little White could only view the whole affair from Zhang Ming's standpoint-it naturally did not want Zhang the Great to fall ill and never recover.
So it felt a little sorry for the gourd, yet also kept its head down. It could hardly have felt more conflicted.
The gourd also wanted to help sweep with telekinesis, but it was too weak. Or perhaps it did not know telekinesis at all. It strained away for ages without anything happening.
Still, Little White was not discouraged. It was a very patient turtle. It had even taught so many monkeys, let alone a more intelligent gourd.
(It's all right. You'll definitely find something you want to do.)
The gourd was rather unhappy, and it had no one to talk to.
At five in the morning, the deranged stone stuck to the mast woke up and basked in the first ray of sunlight rising above the sea.
As the sun rose in the east, violet energy came from the east, radiant clouds shone brilliantly, and the cloud banks churned.
The old stone only needed to replenish this tiny bit of energy to survive for a very, very long time.
After absorbing a strand of violet energy, the grandmaster began to toy with the gourd. "Please play the part of my faithful human knight and speak to me."
The gourd instinctively moved away from the stone. [Sorry, I no longer accept wishes like that.]
"Tch. No soul!"
The chatterbox gourd did not argue back. It was a little unhappy now, and this was the first time it had ever