Bai Xiaochun had been waiting for a long time to say those words. Although he could have uttered them in the past, he hadn't dared to. Knowing how petty the spirit automaton was, he knew that provoking him could be very dangerous.
But now he didn't care at all. He had become the owner of the fan, and had absolute control. Now, he could revel in his role as the master any time he wished.
It felt wonderful to yell in such a fashion. It was like being able to drink a big cup of cold water on a hot, sweaty day.
Swishing his sleeve, he raised his voice even further and shouted, "Hurry up! What are you stalling for? Lord Bai wants to talk!"