The withered branch started to transform, stretching from an inconspicuous stick into a wooden rod.
The wooden rod was smooth, adorned with ancient characters, and overall it was black-gray, which looked kind of cool.
Little Taotie froze for a moment.
The wooden rod flew to Little Taotie's hand, as if inviting her to use it.
Little Taotie looked disdainful: "Why can't you turn pink?"
Withered branch wooden rod: "..."
Little Taotie: "I don't like you."
She pointed at Hua Jinyan: "You better go to him; you're more suited to him."
Hua Jinyan looked perplexed.
This ugly thing is suited for me?
The withered branch wooden rod, feeling rejected, angrily smashed the ground, and with that hit, cracks appeared.
"Why don't you... follow me? I quite like you." Nie Qing coaxed: "Don't keep smashing; you might break open the seal, and then some big terror underground might come out."
