The Little Trouble Maker

As soon as Zhouzhou noticed Divine Thunder's intentions, she quickly reacted, ducking down and bolting away at top speed, clutching her head as she ran.

After covering some distance, she turned around and scowled at him, "Mr. Divine Thunder, what are you doing? Why are you scaring me again!"

Divine Thunder wasn't merely trying to scare her this time—he really was about to strike!

"Three days without a beating, and you'd tear the roof off, huh?" It muttered, its rage building up.

Zhouzhou stuck her tongue out cheekily and stuck her tongue out at it in defiance, playfully mocking, "Heh heh, try me!" before taking off again.

She ran for a while, then paused. A more serious expression crossed her face.

It seemed that Mr. Divine Thunder knew something about her father and the Ancestral Master. Otherwise, with the kind of long-standing relationship they had, it would have warned her if something were amiss.