บท 480: Displaced Anger

"Little Treasure, you're Master's good child. You've already grown to be so big and so beautiful. Master only hopes that you will be well. Right now, both your spirit and your body are unable to control the Fuxi Greatsword, so you must absolutely remember not to summon it out. Good child, both Master and your Aunt-Master miss you very much…"

As the projection dissipated, her voice still lingered by her ear.

The little stoic lay there blankly without moving. As her nose tingled in grief, one sentence kept reverberating in her head:

Master, Aunt-Master! Don't abandon Little Treasure! Don't abandon Little Treasure; Little Treasure will be obedient!

"Master!!" The sapling's voice suddenly sounded with a trace of anxiety and alarm. "What is going on? How did you get in this miserable wreck when I only just entered closed-door cultivation for a little over a month?"