This sofa’s material was hard to imagine as something humans could casually use—it’s probably top-tier even on a global scale.
It’s not that humans don’t deserve it, but who’d use material of this caliber to make a sofa? Total overkill.
Chiyan and Bingpo: This kind of material, even in the Dragon Clan, gets used for giant beds. This human using it for a sofa? Way too wild—this guy’s not normal!
Filo: Hey, you two up there, using it for giant beds is just as wild, okay!
Filo coughed a couple times and laid out the story she’d prepped for the Great Sage across from her.
Don’t be fooled by Filo’s salty fish vibe—her oratory skills were killer (or so she thought). She spun a tale about her relatives being kidnapped, with Filo and her crew, hearts heavy with grief and fury, charging to the Blood Clan World to save them, told with dripping passion.
The human Great Sage, listening, got all misty-eyed, tears streaming down with a whoosh.
Sniff, sniff, sniff. “Too moving.”
“Is it that wild?”
Bingpo and Chiyan behind Filo exchanged a glance. They knew Master was bullshitting hard, so they felt zilch, even if her storytelling was top-notch. From the Great Sage’s perspective, it shouldn’t be that tear-jerking.
Filo was who to him? Barely more than a stranger. Crying buckets like that—wasn’t it a bit extra? Even sappy Chiyan wasn’t fazed, let alone brainy Bingpo.
Filo herself felt awkward. She didn’t think her story was that good. Back in school, reading essays aloud? Forget tears—damn, she didn’t even get a single clap.
Just as she thought that, the Great Sage stretched out both hands and started clapping. Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
“I support you! You’ve got to save them!” the Great Sage said, sniffling and clapping.
“Ha… haha, thanks, thanks. I’ll definitely save them. So… can I go to the Blood Clan World now? You’re the Great Sage—could you pull some strings with that manager, pretty please?” Filo said, clasping both palms together, even sticking out her tongue.
Kawaii!!!
A second after sticking out her tongue, Filo’s cheeks went beet red, and she yanked it back, both hands slapping her cheeks, totally baffled why she’d done that.
A move that cute—I pulled that off?
Filo couldn’t believe it. Bingpo and Chiyan behind her just caught a glimpse of her expression.
Bingpo’s mouth dropped so wide you could fit a dinosaur egg, not just a goose egg, looking like she might revert to dragon form any second.
Chiyan, stunned, blinked, sucking on one finger, too shocked to speak.
Our Master’s so cute times two!
Filo finally clocked she was veering into some weird territory. The old her would never do this or wear this gothic outfit.
This body wasn’t just a race swap—her gender was shifting too.
It wasn’t super obvious yet, but as time stacked up, it’d get more pronounced.
Hold up—full-power blood saturation makes her colder… so, to stop personality shifts, stay saturated?
But a cold personality… that’s not what Filo wanted either.
Filo let out a heavy sigh. Damn goddess, sticking me with this body. Shouldn’t have been so cocky back then, but being cocky’s not a crime—why am I paying for it?
Seeing Filo’s helpless sigh, the Great Sage thought she was mourning her relatives.
He immediately slapped one hand on his chest. “Blood Clan World? No problem! That manager’s just there to handle people going in and out. The full usage rights of this treasure are totally in my hands.”
“Really? So the Blood Clan World…”
“Of course it’s fine! But it’s too dangerous for you all to go alone. I’ll go with you! With me there, the Blood Clan World’s not so scary. As long as it’s not a Blood Clan Commander who nabbed your relatives, there’s no issue at all!” the Great Sage swore, one hand on his chest.
In a flash, the faces of Filo’s trio froze.
“You, what’re you going for?”
“To protect you all. Otherwise, you lot heading to the Blood Clan World? Way too risky.”
“Uh, well.”
Filo shot a look at Bingpo and Chiyan. Bingpo clicked her tongue, stepped around the sofa to Filo’s side.
She stared down the human Great Sage, eyes locked on him.
“You’ve got a problem. Sure, we’ve got problems too. You’ve probably figured we’re not ordinary, so let’s cut the crap and talk straight.” Bingpo, at some point, had crafted ice glasses from ice, pushing them up as she spoke, looking like a strict, dependable secretary.
Bingpo’s point was super clear—she didn’t buy the Great Sage as some saint willing to sacrifice everything for others. Time to stop pretending.
The human Great Sage’s rep was solid, but not that saintly.
The Great Sage froze at Bingpo’s words. My secret’s busted? Wait, what’s this “we’ve got problems”? You guys have problems? Didn’t notice—where’s the problem? Your chests… they don’t look fake…
The Great Sage subtly scanned their busts. Bingpo, probably B. Chiyan, probably C. Filo, probably… A?
Catching his weird gaze, Filo’s eyebrows twitched slightly. With her pro-level guy radar from her male days, she knew he was sizing up their chests.
It’s a skill most guys have (maybe), but Filo’s flat—doesn’t even need serious measuring.
Bingpo squared off with the Great Sage, their gazes locked. The Great Sage sighed, waving a hand.
“I do have a secret. Since you’re all so cute, I’ll let you in on it, but don’t tell anyone,” he said, waving his hand.
“I knew it! Before my super-high-school-level detective skills, your secret’s like a candle in the wind. You’re actually a trans—”
“Right, it’s transformation magic. This is my original body.”
Pfft!
White smoke suddenly swirled around the Great Sage. As the smoke cleared, the trio was dumbfounded.
“Female? Or **?!”
Tftc!