Little Xuanzi swallowed hard, puffing up his tiny frame and summoning his last ounce of courage as he said,
"I was just telling you to respect your elders and cherish the young."
"As for respecting elders, let's forget about that, but cherishing the young? That, I can do!"
No sooner had the words left her mouth than she pounced.
"Ah—"
Little Xuanzi screamed and scurried away in a flash.
Watching his rapid escape, Feng Yueya laughed uproariously, devoid of any image.
This little rascal, still as timid as ever.
She laughed and laughed until she almost cried tears of mirth, but in the end, the laughter turned to a trace of sadness.
Mo Xue came over, patted her on the shoulder, and said, "Come with me, I'll take you to rest for a bit. Tonight, we'll prepare a feast to welcome you."
Feng Yueya reined in her laughter, nodding with a somewhat muffled voice, "Thank you, Master."
