White City

Lily had a magical talent. No matter how unlikely things were, she would come up with an idea and see it through. In the process, she would always be full of spirit and confidence. Nothing could frustrate it—just as she believed she would eventually find Mr. Landlord. Now, since the meatball could not return her braised pork ribs, Lily figured that it had to only be an imaginary monster. She did not need any reason to believe it; she just felt it.

However, her self-confidence had confused others. Calaxus looked at the alpha, stupefied, not knowing what the spare ribs had to do with the monster. But he reasoned that the alpha must have had a hellacious mental fight with the monster in the spiritual world, and the spare ribs might be the key in deciding the outcome of this battle.

Calaxus did not guess it wrong.