A tap on the scroll hanging from her waist, and the Heavenly Map, which had been playing dead without her permission, immediately flew up, circled a few times around the table, and then sarcastically mocked:
"Oh, oh, oh, isn't this our Master Pen...
How come after a few hundred years, you seem so pathetic?
Hey, last time you were boasting with the Host, and now you can't even move a bit?
Aiya, could it be that without a body, you can't move? No way, no way..."
Just from the tone, Bai Yi could hear the joy of the Heavenly Map.
Can't deny the old friendships; just one sentence easily broke through the Heavenly Map's defenses.
The Paintbrush, with its rough and loud voice, immediately cursed:
"Hey, you who were drawn by me, if you've got the guts, let me create a body as a Host, and we'll fight three hundred rounds!"
But the Heavenly Map wasn't the least bit irritated and continued to tease in front of the Paintbrush.
