"Daoist friend! Don't do it!"
Qin Chengxuan grabbed Chen Yang's outstretched arm halfway.
Chen Yang slightly raised his head and looked at him, "Why?"
"This meditation cushion clearly was used by Senior Chi Yunzi for his meetings and meditations. We juniors should hold it in reverence and not touch it carelessly," Qin Chengxuan said seriously.
"So you mean, we can't move it from here?" Chen Yang asked.
"Not exactly, Chi Yunzi is a predecessor of our Taoist Sect. I believe we should use our sect's rituals to carry this meditation cushion out and worship it within our Lion Tiger Observatory!" Qin Chengxuan continued.
"... You're really being ridiculous."
Chen Yang was filled with exasperation, and an impulsive curse popped into his mind.
