Physician Feng rolled his eyes and retorted with his psychic communication, "Who is friends with you? I must decline such an honor. I was so good to you before, allowing you to share in so much spiritual energy. Yet you get the benefits without being grateful, and even sent people to hunt me down and rob me... Is that how you treat a friend?"
The Illusory Silkworm went crazy, "That really wasn't me! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
"...You're even reluctant to do me a small favor, and you're hunting me down, robbing me... Is this how you do friendship?"
The Illusory Silkworm felt like it could become autistic at any moment, lying helplessly mid-air with eyes full of confused resignation.
How could there be proper communication?
How did it end up reverting to the same old pattern?
But without communication... it could only watch those miraculous energies being given to the cat, to the bird, to the snake, to the tree...
