"He's a thief," grumbled Mr. Big-fat-guy.
"Since when do you care about a little bit of Dao Mist?" another voice asked.
"What do you mean? That's a valuable resource that cannot be wasted! The existence of the jungle depends on it!"
"The mist comes, and the mist goes. Don't worry about it. This is not your domain, anyway. You should instead worry about what you'll give him when he makes it here."
"What do you mean? I'm giving him nothing. You guys cheated. He was going to die within the barrier until you suddenly decided to help him out."
"Prove it."
Silence followed, as the Kun Peng had no way to respond, but that didn't improve its mood. All he could do was turn and look towards Lex and grumble.
Lex, who was still absorbing the mist himself but could no longer send it to the Inn, lamented at his inability to send the mist. He didn't really care either way. It was just that he wanted to deprive the weed in front of him of the mist.
