Was it you that night?

Shen Qinghe was naturally unaware of what Yan Changsheng and Xiao Chen were thinking. When she witnessed the Black Rope reach Dongfang Wuya’s hands, she saw him toy with it for a while, and it ultimately reverted back to a rope—but no longer was it a rope entirely black in color. Instead, half of it was white and half black, which seemed somewhat odd at first glance.

In Dongfang Wuya’s hands, the Black and White Rope seemed to be suffering and stretched out half its length towards Shen Qinghe, as if pleading for her help.

She hesitated then said to Dongfang Wuya, "Uncle-Master, why don’t you give it back to me?"

Dongfang Wuya pinched the Black and White Rope, which shrank even smaller as if showing submission. Only then did he toss the rope back to Shen Qinghe.

Shen Qinghe calmly caught the rope, which clung to her wrist like a savior, wrapping around it tightly.

Whether it was her imagination or not, she felt that the Black and White Rope seemed to fear Dongfang Wuya, trembling a bit upon returning to her wrist...

Xiao Bai laughed upon seeing this, "This thing is still the same as before, getting timid around its owner. It used to be quite mischievous, but eventually, the owner got annoyed and threw it away. I guess it’s afraid of being tossed into the Spiritual Treasure Repository by the owner again?

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghe reassuringly stroked the Black and White Rope and softly said, "You’re now my Life-bound Magic Treasure, I won’t throw you away, rest assured. Uncle-Master won’t discard you either, he was just playing with you just now."

"Who was playing with it? If it dares to be presumptuous with you again, this lord will throw it away once more," Dongfang Wuya glanced coldly at the Black and White Rope.

The Black and White Rope stuck to Shen Qinghe’s wrist and didn’t dare to move, feeling that Mr. Wuya was too bullying to a mere rope.

But now its owner was Shen Qinghe, and even Mr. Wuya would have to lower his noble head in the presence of his owner, wouldn’t he?