"No matter where you came from, it's time to return this Incarnation to me."
Lü Zhong said, his voice cold.
"The Incarnation? I... Can't I just... not return it?" the mask's Artifact Spirit asked feebly, letting out a flustered gasp after hearing his words.
"You don't have to return it. In that case, what will you offer in its place?" Lü Zhong's brows knitted, the very air around him seeming to twist as his voice dropped low. "It cost me two million Spirit Stones to create this Incarnation. If you don't give it back, who's going to cover that loss?"
"..." The mask's Artifact Spirit recoiled.
Another series of frantic gasps could be heard.
He glanced at her, not understanding what this thing meant by the gasping sounds it always made.
'But if I had to guess, the gasping is probably a habit. Like how people's hands can't help but tremble when they're nervous, or their voices quiver.'
