As for the fact that Medusa had used her spiritual power to probe her just moments ago, Wusha was certainly not going to mention it. She simply put on an air of nonchalant indifference.
Furthermore, Wusha was certain that the energy inside Medusa's body was demonic power rather than spiritual power. Moreover, Medusa's demonic power bore a certain resemblance to her own, except that, compared to Wusha, the demonic power within Medusa was utterly weak.
Medusa was filled with agonizing regret. Had she known that the white-haired girl was such a bottomless pit of a foodie, Little Snake would never have given her all that soy milk tea. Oh well! The milk tea was gone, but the fact that the stinky white-haired girl's mood had improved seemed like a decent trade-off.
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