"Hey, Little Spark, it's time to settle the score, huh? Why did you insist on giving the Thunder Fruit to the Angus Cattle?" Han Qiwu chuckled while holding Little Spark and heading into the house.
Although the outcome turned out fine, if he hadn't handled things properly, that perfectly good Angus Cattle would have been a goner.
This little troublemaker definitely needs some discipline.
The startled Little Spark tried flying a few times.
After failing, it turned its head and looked despairingly at the house, as if it had seen the pair of leather shoes and the pitch-black space inside.
"Chirp chirp, chirp chirp."
While still in the courtyard, Little Spark struggled desperately, launching several streaks of lightning toward the nearby fields.
"You have the nerve to destroy the crops?" Han Qiwu stared at Little Spark in disbelief.
"Chirp!" Little Spark cried out while furiously shaking its head.
Fortunately, the system log came to its rescue at that moment.
