"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Li Changzhou carried the fish basket in his right hand and grabbed Yang Qinglan with his left, taking to the clouds to flee.
Amidst Li Changzhou's roaring laughter and Yang Qinglan's light and bell-like laughter, the green gale was spinning above the forest, cursing the two of them profusely.
It was only upon reaching the Tongtian River that the two ceased their laughter.
"That bamboo spirit is just too petty—what's the big deal with taking a few of its bamboos?" Li Changzhou said, laughing.
"You steal two today, I'll take two tomorrow, Qian Xia goes after tomorrow to take two more, and if Turquoise Pool goes the day after that, will it even grow bamboos anymore?" Yang Qinglan laughed as she took over the fish basket.
