"Sir, it’s climbing up towards your waist."
"Sir, it has made its way up to your chest. Ah, it jumped to your arm."
Sifang’s cries of surprise kept sounding in Yu Changkong’s ears, buzzing and incredibly noisy.
"Silence." Yu Changkong couldn’t help but speak up to stop it.
Sifang immediately shut his mouth, staring at the little paper figure, and said softly, "I just wanted to tell Sir this small paper figure is just like a real one, very amusing."
Uncle Qian gave him a look. It was like bringing up what should not be brought up, reminding Sir of his painful eye condition?
Sifang realized this and quickly said, "Sir, I won’t mention it again, please don’t be annoyed."
Yu Changkong hummed, feeling a bit frustrated.
Over the years, he had developed the ability to remain calm in all situations, and there was hardly anything that could pique his interest. But now knowing that a small paper figure cut from paper was crawling around on his body, he could imagine its magical nature, yet he was unable to see it with his own eyes.
For the first time in ten years, Yu Changkong felt depressed and resentful about his eye condition – why did it have to be him?
Suddenly, he felt a cool sensation on the back of his hand. Lowering his head, Yu Changkong imagined seeing that little paper figure clinging onto his fingers.
Unable to resist, Yu Changkong turned over his hand, and the little paper figure flipped over too, lying on his palm with its limbs spread out. He couldn’t help but crack a smile, then quickly suppressed it.
Qi Qian watched the little paper figure and wrote the words "waiting" in big letters in his mind, looking towards Qing Yuan and said, "Why does this little paper figure only play on Changkong?"
Even when he reached out his hand, it didn’t jump over.
Qing Yuan, holding a horsetail whisk, said, "Don’t you know Master Buqiu likes beautiful things? It likes all beautiful things, including people and objects. This little figure was crafted from her hands and infused with Spiritual Energy, likely following her taste."
Qi Qian looked at Yu Changkong’s face: "!"
So, it’s because I’m not as handsome as Yu Changkong?
Such a superficial taste!
Suddenly a bit curious about what kind of Daoist is that?
"Master Uncle is here." A little Taoist called out at the entrance of the Daoist School.
Everyone immediately looked over.
They saw Qin Liuxi dressed in a plain green robe, draped with a moon-white mink cloak embroidered with green bamboo, hands clasped behind him, entering with a light smile and eyebrows...
Was it because he had promised to make a golden statue for the Grandmaster?
"Everyone, my fellow Daoist sister has arrived," Qing Yuan said with a smile.
Qi Qian and the others didn’t make much of a reaction, but Uncle Qian and Sifang, who had seen Qin Liuxi for the first time, along with Da Qiong, serving as a ’pillar’ on the side, were all startled when they saw Qin Liuxi’s face.
"Daoist, is this your, fellow Daoist?" Uncle Qian couldn’t quite believe it.
To say he was of a son’s generation was not an exaggeration, yet a fellow Daoist?
Qing Yuan touched his face and said, "In Mystic Sect, we do not consider age but precedence in entering the sect. Fellow Daoist entered our master’s teaching earlier than I did, naturally she is my senior, and besides, her mastery of Taoism is also deeper than mine."
Qin Liuxi had already walked over, looked at Qi Qian, and said, "Prince Rui seems quite free, meeting again."
Qi Qian said, "I came to Li City on business and incidentally accompanied a close friend to seek medical advice."
"Master Buqiu." Uncle Qian and Sifang bowed to Qin Liuxi.
Though she looked so young, she was capable. Look at that little paper figure, so nimble, jumping from the master’s hand flying towards Qin Liuxi.
Qin Liuxi picked up the little paper figure with both hands, stood in front of Yu Changkong, looked at his face and eyes, his gaze deep: "Observing the scent of blooms before you, truly like a jade person coming, Yu Changkong? Indeed quite a sight!"
Now that she was here, why not let Buqiu tease him a bit!
Yu Changkong’s breathing paused, his gaze leveled, struggling to look as light assaulted him, visions flowing.