"So that's how it is."
The vine looked at Su Xiu, who wasn't moving at all inside the carriage, and at the likewise motionless Zhuge Qing action figure beside her, and it immediately understood everything. It scratched its stem and, with a hint of an apology, bent its tendrils toward Zhou Li and the others, as if to bow.
"I'm terribly sorry for the trouble I've caused everyone."
Visibly, the thorns on the vine drooped. It was clear that the vine, which called itself "Su Liu," was extremely remorseful and frightened about its mistake of nearly assaulting an eighty-year-old man.
The main feeling was fright.
Liu Gong was even more terrified.
Just as he was sneakily slipping a used Memory Stone into Zhuge Qing's hand, like a thief, Zhou Li shuddered. He turned around with a bright, sunny smile and comforted the vine monster, "It's alright. Whether it's bothersome or not is a separate matter, but your approach to solving problems from the root is still quite valuable to learn from."
