The handsome weasel spirit clad in a dragon robe, with white eyebrows standing up in anger, shouted at me as if he had been deeply humiliated.
I looked mockingly at the weasel spirit in the dragon robe and said to Chang Hao, "I truly overestimated their intelligence. The leader showed up so quickly; I thought it would take some maneuvering."
"The Yellow Skins are full of tricks, but their intelligence is generally not very high, and they're arrogant and conceited," Chang Hao also remarked dismissively. "Without someone backing them, they'd never have the chance to suppress our Snake Tribe."
The weasel spirit in the dragon robe suddenly wore an expression of realization and with a wicked smile said, "You're secretly infatuated with me, hence you deliberately ignore me, actually wanting to attract my attention. You owe me a wife, and I'll satisfy you by keeping you as a foot-bathing maid."
