"Sis, why are you laughing? Do you also find the professor kind of funny?" Xi Rubao noticed Zuzi, who was lost in thought, suddenly chuckle softly and couldn't help but ask.
Zuzi's red lips curved slightly: "No, Ancestor just overheard some arrogant clay people spouting rather ignorant thoughts, and found it quite amusing."
Xi Rubao listened, half-understanding: "Sis, clay people have thoughts? They're probably only capable of passing gas, right?"
"Passing gas? Hmm, makes sense." Zuzi curled her lips into a grin, murmuring lightly, "Being born human, Ancestor gave each a strand of innate Spiritual Energy. As for these clay people, it's all Ancestor's fault for not molding them properly; their brains are empty, filled only with waste gas."
