Two days later.
At the mountain gate of the True Moon Sect.
In the Sect Master's separate courtyard.
Yulan held her cheeks with both hands, laughing and watching the Little White Tiger write on the paper with a resentful expression.
The Little White Tiger raised its fluffy paw, and its sharp claws shot out. It took the second-longest nail, dipped it in ink on a freshly ground inkstone, and then began to scrawl crookedly on the paper.
"Don't lock me up again."
"It's so dark inside."
"I'll get angry."
Yulan read it out loud with a serious face, and then chuckled, reaching out to rub the Little White Tiger's head vigorously.
"Alright, alright, don't be angry, Xiao Miao, I won't lock you up next time. So spirit beasts can't see anything inside the spirit beast bag, huh?
You've been in there for twenty years, that must have been unbearable.
Poor little kitty."
"Meow."
Seeing Yulan compromise, the Little White Tiger raised its head proudly and cried out.
