After several busy days, Chen Pingping had just crawled out of the cave. His face was gaunt with exhaustion, his clothes ragged. Chen Shixian was beside him.
It really was beyond explanation.
COUGH, COUGH!
Chen Shixian cleared her throat and raised her eyebrows as she said, "Don't misunderstand. Chen Pingping and I were just engaging in a discourse on the Tao."
"For several days?" Zi Ji asked, tilting her head.
"Yes, the discourse was quite complex." She smiled faintly. You truly are your senior brother's good junior sister! Not a bit of perceptiveness.
Zi Ji said, "Oh," and then asked, "Then why do you both look so tired?"
"..."
She looked so harmless, yet why could she ask such sharp questions?
Chen Shixian was inwardly spitting blood, but for the sake of her reputation, she still patiently explained, "Discoursing on the Tao consumes mental energy, so we look tired."
"Do your clothes also engage in discourse?" Zi Ji asked, her large eyes sparkling.
