The air was already silent, and after the Wood Spirit's creaking sound, it became even more stagnant.
Angel couldn't hold his composure any longer, hesitating for a while, he finally said: "Why not let The Sage ask it? It responds, I'll corroborate, which might appear more credible."
The Sage glanced at the Wood Spirit, which continued to play dead, and sighed gently in his heart: "No need, let you answer instead."
He knew the Wood Spirit too well; the Wood Spirit couldn't speak coherently in front of so many people.
That Angel managed to make the Wood Spirit utter a "creak" already surprised The Sage. Saying more than that was almost impossible.
After a pause, The Sage added: "Earlier, you told the Wood Spirit to meet 'him.' Who were you referring to?"
