"Ahwoo."
Baoya was startled, shivering involuntarily, and jumped subconsciously off the roof, running away along the eaves.
Bai Ling, like a swimming snake, pursued closely behind.
"Ahwoo."
Baoya was terrified, its ghostly cries never stopping.
"Chirp chirp."
The Little Kingfisher followed the sound and spat out sparks, burning Bai Ling in half.
"Who are you people? How dare you try to snatch someone else's pet in broad daylight?"
In an instant, Lin Qingluo appeared from the eaves, holding Baoya tightly, and asked sternly.
"Ahwoo."
Upon seeing its master, Baoya was moved to tears, shrinking like a small quail in Lin Qingluo's embrace, shivering from fear.
"It's your pet?"
The young girl's face changed dramatically, gripping the burned Bai Ling, furious.
"Impossible! I clearly used Divine Sense and saw that there was no Soul Contract. How could it have an owner?"
"Who told you that spiritual pets must have a Soul Contract?"
