Xue Tuanzi immediately realized what was going on. As it used its Spiritual Power to untangle the ropes, it grumbled, "That Upper Immortal who refined me has such poor craftsmanship. If I could move freely, you wouldn't have to risk your life trying to escape on your own."
Mo Yan couldn't help but laugh, gently moving her newly freed hands to alleviate the discomfort caused by poor blood circulation, "You're so mischievous, the Upper Immortal who created you must have been worried you'd run off without a trace, that's why you weren't allowed to move freely."
"Mischievous? How am I mischievous!" Xue Tuanzi retorted dissatisfiedly, "In the Cultivation World, you wouldn't find an Artifact Spirit as obedient as me. Even if I were to play around and wander off, there's a Soul Contract. If you want to find me, I could come back even if I ran to the ends of the earth."
