White Ivy: "???"
White Ivy: "What about me?"
You old spiders, other than being older than me, what can you possibly compare with me?
White Ivy shuffled over, stood close next to Spider King Spurge, waved her claw, and instructed: "Red Peach, Heliotrope, Column Spotted, you go report back to Dragon Cypress Ant King and conduct the usual trade. Grass Dragon, Lupine, Silvergrass, go up the mountain and keep watch, stay sharp..."
Aconite Spider King spoke bluntly: "White Ivy, you're too straightforward, you can't keep secrets, so there are things you just can't be told. You should leave."
Secrets? What other secrets could there be? White Ivy insisted: "Aconite Spider King, you can rest assured. Secrets that must not be told—even if you beat me to death, I wouldn't let out a word. Just look at how I've traveled all over, building my business to what it is now, have I ever slipped up on the serious matters? No, right?"
