"What?! All my savings are gone?!"

Upon hearing this extremely tragic news, the formation spirit was instantly overwhelmed with grief, nearly fainting.

"You brat, so young and already up to no good." The formation spirit's eyes were bloodshot, and it gritted its teeth, saying, "I'm telling you, spit out everything you've eaten of mine, or don't blame me for being rude!"

The little grass spirit hung its head timidly and mumbled, "It's all in my stomach now, I can't spit it out. Do you want me to pull it out for you?"