Seeing that the other party was determined, Ling Miao had no choice but to give up. Once she abandoned the idea, she waved goodbye.
However, whether it was because her previous words had made the creature uncomfortable, the little spirit mole did not show the same friendliness as when they had first met. Instead, it waved a hand impatiently. It took a running start, crouched down, and with a burst of force, shot into the green treehouse like a cannonball.
The vine-woven treehouse swayed a few times as if to express its inhabitant's displeasure, and then, all was still.
Chapter 212