The wandering spirit was lost in thought, and the item in the belt somehow ended up in Little Taotie's hands.
The wandering spirit was stunned.
Little Taotie giggled, "The method my teacher taught me really works. Just take it first and talk later."
Hua Jinyan frowned, not entirely approving of Lou Lan teaching Little Taotie to steal things.
The wandering spirit snapped back to reality, eyes reddening as if mourning a loved one, and rushed over, "Give it back!"
"No way!" Little Taotie, feeling playful, ran around with the Shariputra, with the wandering spirit chasing behind her.
Ordinarily, there's no comparison between humans and ghosts; a human's speed is no match for a ghost's.
Yet, here the ghost couldn't catch the human.
"No… I can't run anymore."
The wandering spirit pleaded for mercy.
Only then did Little Taotie stop, hands on her hips, with an imposing air, "Tell me, where did you steal the Buddhists' sacred Shariputra from?"
